I'm trapped in a cube

Ants don't need to think or wonder, they just need to complete the task.

“I’m going to paint a mural here.”

"Why?"

"nice."

Another inexplicable thought appeared in his mind.

In order to realize this idea, he also had to find paint.

As if to cooperate with him, after he had this idea, suitable paint floated on the white sea.

There are various colors, some are colored minerals, some are plants with very strong colors, and there are also the bones of some strange creatures. After the bones are ground into powder, they will turn into special colors.

He suddenly found that he seemed to have an innate understanding of how to process these pigments, how to extract them, how to mix them, and how to mix colors. This knowledge appeared naturally in his mind.

He was not surprised, but had become accustomed to it. Anyway, he would do whatever the darkness asked of him. He just had to perform the ant's duties well and there was no need to think so much.

However, after processing all the paints, he stood in front of the stone wall with the paints and didn't know what to paint.

It was at this moment that the madman came to him.

"Darkness asked me to help you."

"Why?"

"This painting is too complicated, let me do it."

As he spoke, the madman snatched the paint from his hand and began to paint...

As the content on the painting became more and more specific, he finally understood that this was actually a history about their race's confrontation with fire.

They were forced to leave their homes, fall apart, and flee in all directions by the flames. In that painting, the flames were described in a very terrifying way, and the tragic experience of their race was also deliberately highlighted.

"Are we so miserable?" He looked at the mural and asked the madman.

"No?" the madman asked.

He thought about it for a while, and it seemed that they were indeed miserable, and the mural did not exaggerate their misery too much.

So, he didn't continue to give any advice, but watched the madman finish painting all the murals.

"Depicting its image so concretely will attract it," he warned kindly.

But the madman didn't care. He looked at the image of flames on the mural and explained gently: "It will be covered soon, and it can't come."

"Cover? Is this what the darkness told you?"

"Um."

The madman returned the remaining paint to him, walked away, and began to examine the content of the mural.

In fact, their race rarely uses murals to record information, but more often uses carvings to carve what they want to record on hard stones, which is more practical than these easily faded paints.

However, everything in Eternal Night is easily dissipated. Whether it is sculptures or murals, they cannot last long due to changes in the area.

"Did Darkness tell you what the purpose of this mural is?" he asked curiously.

"No, let me ask now..."

The madman walked around the temple several times, found a corner, and started talking to himself.

He spoke very fast, as if he was reciting some kind of spell, and the blood vessels around his heart were still waving. He looked very excited. As he spoke, he started dancing again.

Even though he knew he was talking to darkness, it still felt very weird.

"No wonder everyone says that the Jingye tribe is insane. If I didn't understand them, I wouldn't dare to get close to them..."

After being "crazy" in the corner for a while, the madman turned around and returned to the mural.

He stared at the mural for a long time, remaining silent.

"What is this mural used for?"

"I don't know." The madman replied blankly.

"Huh? Didn't the darkness answer you?"

"Answered, but I don't understand."

"How did you answer that?"

"It said..." The madman paused, and then said in a strange tone: "It is for the audience."

…

"Why are you talking to them so much? They are just ants, they will understand on their own."

A voice came from the dark temple, interrupting the story of this compatriot.

Mo Ling quickly looked inside the temple and found another thin fellow.

"Crazy?" he shouted tentatively.

The thin fellow walked directly to the entrance of the temple and gently tapped his companion on the head: "Idiot, when you introduce me to others, you don't say my name?"

He crossed over his companions and came to Mo Ling and Han Qi.

"My name is Jingtian, from the Jingye tribe. As for him..."

"He doesn't know his own name, just call him idiot."

Jingtian, idiot...

Mo Ling recited these two titles silently, and just when he was about to continue asking, he saw Jingtian pulling the hair on the fool's body and walking towards the temple.

Mo Ling and Han Qi were stunned for a while, and then quickly followed in.

The temple was pitch dark, but Mo Ling was already very familiar with it. He skillfully bypassed the stone pillars at the entrance and walked deeper.

Everything here gave Mo Ling a sense of déjà vu.

"Sure enough, it's the pyramid."

The layout and details inside were all exactly the same. Even the size of the gaps between the stone bricks and the angle deviation were exactly the same. Mo Ling was immediately sure that this was the pyramid in the time difference zone.

He walked to the mural and looked at the familiar mural.

The contents of the painting were all things he had seen many times. He only glanced at them, and the pictures in his memory came to his mind. However, the paint here was still very new, and there was still some smell on it. It was obviously painted not long ago.

Mo Ling looked at it for a while, and then he stopped paying attention to the mural.

He suddenly felt something was wrong.

"This temple seems to be missing something..."

He hurriedly searched in the temple, trying to find the missing thing.

After arriving at the center of the temple, he suddenly remembered what was missing.

"The statue of the tree branch coordinate axis is gone..."

The center of the temple was empty, and the huge statue was gone, which made it look very empty.

Mo Ling stood there for a long time in a daze. After confirming that his memory was correct, he began to look around, but he did not find the shadow of the statue.

"Has it not been made yet?"

It seems that he has returned to the time when this temple was just built, and even the layout inside the temple has not been completed.

But why did he return to this time point?

Moreover, wasn't he in the illusion zone? Is this place real or fake?

"What's wrong?" Seeing that Mo Ling was in a daze, Jingtian walked to his side.

Mo Ling did not answer, but stared blankly at the place where the statue should be placed.

"You think there should be something here, right?" Jingtian suddenly said.

"How do you know?" Mo Ling was extremely surprised to hear Jingtian's words.

"It seems that you are the same as the fool... When the fool receives instructions from the darkness, he will also feel that something is missing somewhere."

Jingtian pointed to the empty space in front of him and explained lightly:

"In fact, the darkness is telling you that something should be placed here..."