The swirling blizzard and darkness gradually subsided, and the uninhabited alpine tundra stretched out at the foot.

  The mountains in the distance turned into hills, the hills turned into basins, the basins became plains, and then the edge of the world suddenly appeared.

  Lulli saw a straight ravine emerging at the end of the earth, lit cigars laying in the ashtray like a mountain, the lingering clouds drifted away, and a chandelier hanging above the world appeared.

   At this time, a sturdy arm stretched out from the other end of the Back Crest Mountains in the invisible world, holding the rope hanging from the chandelier and gently pulling it.

  Katcha—

  The lights dimmed, and the world below was shrouded in darkness.

  There is only one ring left hanging under the pillar opposite the chandelier.

   The dark shadow circled around the world, and then there was a "squeak" sound of the door being opened, and a beam of light got into the crack of the open door, revealing the broad back ridge.

  Peng.

The    silhouette left the room, and as the door closed, the world fell into silence and darkness.

The    world is a sand table that is extremely macroscopic in the microscopic world.

   This is the truth that Lu Li saw.

   Is this the truth of the world, or delirium of deceit?

  The sensational confusion did not impact Lu Li's will, but at this time, only Sinan, the Lord of Dreams and a wise race, could answer his question.

  Lu Li put down the recording stone and dark paper, exited the camp, and joined Anthony, the businessman who raised a bonfire beside the rock.

   The scene that should have huddled by the bonfire on the rock shelter on the night of the blizzard to keep warm, in the eyes of Lu Li, who "sees the truth", is like the empty and quiet of the inner world.

  Lu Li asked businessman Anthony to find the master of the dream, and prayed for an answer from him. The response soon after was that the Eternal Dreamer had not woken up from his long sleep.

   "Sand Table Vision" was still affecting Lu Li. He instructed Anthony, the businessman, to draw a magic circle that summoned Sinan, the wise race, in the open space far away from the camp, and then presented the key part, wisdom.

   The wise race Sinan should be summoned, and there is a light red ravine in the pituitary gland, indicating that it is the wise race Sinan elder.

   But unlike the summoning rituals that appeared on the magic circle in the past, Lu Li saw a small shadow flying from the room, falling into the sand table, and onto the magic circle.

   "Young intelligent life, we meet again. Oh, you saw the ant box."

   Elder Sinan, a wise race with a gray and white cloak that didn't float in the snowstorm, discovered Lu Li's situation, "Then your reason is collapsed at this time? Your will is confused? Unacceptable? Or..."

   "Feeling calm?"

   Those black eyes showed no emotion, and Lu Li replied calmly: "My experience tells me, don't easily believe anything you experience yourself."

  Human perception is full of loopholes in the face of weirdness. Taste, smell, hearing, touch… they can be manipulated and manipulated at will, shattering the worldview that humans have spent decades building.

   "Excellent habit." Elder Sinan of the wise race praised the intelligent life in front of him, "The thinking you radiate is telling me that you are thinking. My answer is... This is true, you have been prepared for it, right?"

   Elder Sinan of the wise race has no reason to reveal the truth, but also has no reason to deceive Lu Li.

   "Our world is really just a sand table?"

   "Oh, young intelligent life, I talked about the ant box theory the last time we met." The wise elder Sinan was the one Lu Li had contacted with, "That's just a metaphor, but a metaphor close to the truth."

  Lu Li's gaze passed through the non-existent blizzard curtain and landed on the eight figures kneeling in the camp's open space.

   They face north, as if repenting for the chandeliers that have gone out.

   "Do you know what happened here?"

   Elder Sinan, a wise race, didn't want to tell Lu Li: "Your soul can't bear this knowledge, knowing this will burst your soul."

   "This knowledge is scarier than the truth of the world?"

   "For some ants, knowledge is honey. For others, knowledge is hot water." Elder Sinan, a wise race, turned to the kneeling corpse, "Look, they were scalded to death by boiling water."

   "How about a metaphor I can understand?"

   "Nice way."

   Elder Sinan of the wise race agreed to Lu Li, and is still the ant theory that Sinan of the wise race likes:

   There is a brilliant ant civilization. They survive on the sand table, create history, expand their territory, develop civilization, and multiply. They are born here and die here. Ants think that the sand table under their feet is the world, and the chandelier above their heads is the sun. But one day, a group of curious worker ants climbed to the top of the world and discovered what was left of the former ant civilization. The worker ants opened it curiously and saw the truth that the ants should not have seen.

  These ants raised their heads and clearly saw a man with a cigar, bigger than their territory and bigger than the world, looking down at the world. They were so small that the terrifying eyes in the deep space didn't even look at them.

  The terrifying truth overwhelms the thinking of the worker ants, annihilates the weak reason, and dies in despair and madness.

   Elder Sinan, a wise race who likes to impart knowledge, seems to appreciate Lu Li and comes with more metaphors for free:

   Naughty children will always quietly sprinkle bugs caught from the wild in the sand tray with their friends, and then stare at them for a while. They love watching bugs fight each other for survival, usually it doesn't really matter to them who wins or loses, only occasionally lucky bugs get their unique treatment for familiarity or speciality. This treatment may be feeding and naming, or it may be throwing in more bugs to let them fight.

  The ancestors of the ant civilization came to this land here.

   And this is the truth of the world—

  The world in which all cognition exists is just a trivial truth of the microcosm in the macroecosystem.

   "Then what are you to the sand table?"

   "Insect."

   Elder Sinan of the wise race did not shy away from such demeaning words, rising and falling strangely, and then said to the businessman Anthony: "The life of wisdom, what happened to me just now?"

   "You disappear and you reappear."

"Have you seen it? Young intelligent beings." Elder Sinan and Lu Li of the wise race said: "Our flying up means disappearing to you, and our falling means coming to you. You couldn't understand this kind of thing in the past. Suddenly appearing and disappearing, just thinking we suddenly appeared."

   "What am I now?"

   Elder Sinan of the wise race thought: "An ant that can think and observe the world?"

  Lu Li looked out of the sand table, the silent room shrouded in darkness.

   The voice of Elder Sinan of the wise race resounded in his ears:

   "You saw the truth, but you didn't go crazy because of it. We should accept and welcome new intelligent life."

   "Welcome to the real world."