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Chapter 1117: Poor Imitation

There are many things that the stones do not understand. They are numb and do not have any emotions towards these things called "life". They just watch quietly on the scale of time.

But among billions of lonely wandering souls, there will always be a few who will come to their senses...

During hundreds of millions of years of changes, a few stones accidentally "woken up" and caught a glimpse of the magic of life. When flying insects in the desert rested on the stone walls and lizards covered with scales crawled through the caves, these stones felt a delicacy and softness they had never felt before.

These weak and fragile lives had their time briefly stopped, and for some reason, they actually felt envious of these guys who had given up everything.

“Can we be like them?”

The stone does not understand how life does it, so it can only take the simplest approach - imitation.

At the beginning, they learned how to replicate and grow, making their bodies bigger and bigger. They were not willing to give up what they already had, but just continued to "expand" under the influence of the rock cycle.

They grew from a few pieces to many pieces, occupying an area in the desert, and then grew towards the sky, making themselves grow taller and taller like those lives.

But it doesn't seem to be of any use.

The stones are already very numerous and very big, and this meaningless growth is something they are naturally capable of. Apart from creating some unprecedented towering stone forest wonders, nothing seems to have changed.

The sun shines on the stone forest, and the wind in the desert blows through the stone pillars. After millions of years, these numb stones finally realize that they seem to have imitated in the wrong direction.

The "growth" of life is only an appearance; the deeper core is actually in that fragile body.

Then, the stones began to imitate the bodies of those living things.

They become what life grows into.

In the long rock cycle, the stones have long been shaped into various forms by nature. They only need to slightly call out this shaped memory and then repair it to become a "clear shape".

Insects, lizards, snakes, birds, beasts...

They began to sculpt themselves meticulously, trying their best to imitate the appearance of life.

What sculptors need most is time and experience, and what stones lack the least is time. If the details are not right, they will be constantly improved. If the carving is damaged, they will change another piece of stone. After countless times of "training", these stones have become top sculptors. They can change their shapes at will, making every detail lifelike and indistinguishable from real life.

But even if we do this, there is still something missing.

The stones didn't know what was wrong at first, and they continued to modify their carvings according to the changes in life. Until life came to an end, the sculptures that had been modified countless times turned into fragments.

They finally understood that life is fluid...

From the moment a life is born, it is soft and changeable, just like the clouds in the sky. The so-called growth and change "from small to large" is only a part of the flow of life.

This kind of dynamic change can never be matched by stone carvings. Even if they are carved faster, and the acceptance and escape of each element are carved clearly, and each force is simulated exactly, they cannot replace this kind of dynamic change.

When life is in motion, they can use high-speed carving to reproduce this movement, but they are ultimately just stones. Hardness is their nature, and they cannot move as freely as soft life.

Even if they do their best, they can only tremble slowly, but they still persist and slowly complete the life process. However, no matter how well they do, it is just a poor imitation of the appearance of life. Even if the entire process of a life from birth to death is completely reproduced by carving, it is just "a piece of stone with constantly changing shapes". Apart from the similar appearance, they have nothing to do with life.

"We have already reached an agreement with life, so why can't we escape fate? Do we have to give up something?"

Must we give up eternity? Give up hardness?
A price must be paid to be free like those lives?
Do you have to allow yourself to die in order to truly live?

……

Stones have no emotions and no thoughts. Their numbness and rigidity have never undergone fundamental changes, but over hundreds of millions of years of changes, time will record everything.

Their "thoughts" are condensed in the patterns of the carvings, just like seeing a carving reminds you of the sculptor's intention. When Mo Ling and Lu saw these stones, they immediately understood that extreme "desire".

This resonance transcends the barriers of things and reaches their hearts in an incomprehensible form.

Obviously these stones are not even alive, but we can feel their "thoughts and ideas". Their experiences are like weathered rock pillars, constantly telling their stories to everything around them.

Mo Ling and Lu Luqi were both deeply shocked. They didn't expect that these stones turned into their appearance just to imitate them.

Just because they are life, we must become like them.

Even though these stones "know nothing" and their understanding of life remains at a very low level, they still insist on doing this.

They don't seem to know how to give up like normal life forms, because they are just "stones".

Feeling this emotion flowing, the two of them felt shocked and suffocated.

Stones don't despair, but they are human, they do.

During these long years, I have made countless efforts just because of the intention of "desire to live", but now I can only move slowly.

These stones have carved themselves into the appearance of life, but they can never become life, and continue to struggle in this numb and rigid state.

The sun rises and sets, and the creatures in the stone forest come and go. They are still doing this thing that makes no progress. Time carves memories in the veins of the stone. The lonely are still lonely, and the status quo remains unchanged.

Mo Ling covered his chest and took a deep breath...

He actually empathized with a pile of stones.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't use a human perspective to understand these lifeless stones. Stones won't despair, won't suffocate, and won't feel that what they do is meaningless, but Mo Ling can feel this emotion.

He "put himself into the picture" when he shouldn't have, because he saw it clearly and the memory engraved in the stone patterns could not deceive anyone.

It’s like looking at a vegetative patient lying in bed. Even though you know that the vegetative patient has no consciousness and cannot feel pain, you still feel sad and pity for him.

"Wouldn't it be nice if they could get out of this situation?"

(End of this chapter)