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Chapter 1281 In Their Eyes
Mo Ling realized that she had never calmed down and properly observed the world.

Ever since he gained this all-seeing perspective, he has been constantly on the run.

They fled from the entrance of the abyss to the distance, and then from one level to the bottom of the abyss.

From the moment he gained this ability, everything around him became chaotic, forcing him to resolve the crisis and escape.

Anxiety and confusion have always accompanied him, whether he was still human or after he became a cube.

Everything the abyss brought him made him increasingly focused on the "present moment."

In reality, Mo Ling can see far more than just "the present moment".

He can see many things that others cannot.

When a child runs past him with a windmill, he can see the tiny bones trembling, the not-yet-fully-developed body bouncing and twitching, pulling at the few muscles they have. Human childhood is so fragile.

But that small body contains enormous energy. It is because it has been tempered enough during its "vulnerable" period that it will become more resilient as it grows up.

Humans are like steel.

As she ran past with her light body, Mo Ling could see the traces of the airflow. The gas molecules were compressed and spread outwards, sweeping up onto the windmill and propelling it to start spinning. Beautiful rivers of gas flowed from the edges of the windmill's four blades, drifting far away before gradually dissipating.

The movement of all things follows certain principles, and under the influence of various relative forces, they exhibit a predetermined fate curve.

The same goes for time.

As the children ran around, Mo Ling saw the flowers in the distance gradually fall, leaving only bare branches.

Winter is here.

A cold wind began to howl across the square, and the children wrapped themselves in thick cotton-padded coats, their breaths exhaling warm air that represented life energy.

It started snowing, and snowflakes fell from the high clouds.

Mo Ling saw the shape of the snowflakes. Most of them were hexagonal, which is determined by the structural characteristics of water molecules. Water molecules are arranged in a hexagonal pattern when they crystallize.

But each snowflake is different; the branches extending from the center outline their own unique characteristics.

Are snowflakes unique too?

In another world, is it snowing just as much, and is there a single snowflake just like the one in the snow?

Snowflakes clung to the iron-clad buildings, dressing the silver structures in white, giving the monotonous city skyline a fresh new look with the arrival of winter.

It snowed for a long time.

As the water molecules that had formed ice crystals gradually melted, a deeper chill seeped into Mo Ling's heart. He sat on a bench in the square, watching as pure snow water flowed from the edges of the snowflakes.

The snow has melted, and winter is over.

In early spring, the world leaves the last trace of coldness for humankind.

In the morning, the sanitation robot came to Mo Ling's side, cleared the snow water from his feet, cleaned the flower beds, and prepared for the revival of all things.

Soon, the branches in the flower bed will grow into beautiful flowers again.

Spring is a time of happiness; in the poems of the ancients, spring often signifies hope.

The new year begins with the Spring Festival, when the sound of firecrackers scares away the mythical beast Nian, thus ushering in a time dimension never before reached.

The people in the square all wore smiles. Every Spring Festival, there are government-organized performances in the square. At this time, even those who are reluctant to go out for a long time will come out and experience the world firsthand.

Sometimes, lonely old people, sometimes disheartened young people, and sometimes heartbroken young girls would sit beside Mo Ling. But on this day, all their sadness would be covered up by the liveliness, and only Mo Ling could see the sadness hidden in their smiles.

Humanity celebrated enthusiastically, welcoming new hope. Every performance was uplifting, every song inspiring. People's hearts trembled with the deafening cheers and applause, their heartbeats reaching a unified frequency. In the vast crowd, all personal emotions ceased to be expressed.

The human race has completely transformed into an invincible behemoth, tearing apart winter, bidding farewell to the past, leaping onto new peaks, and roaring towards the future.

The roar still echoed as Mo Ling sat in the empty square, her gaze fixed on the bare branches, where tiny flower buds had already sprouted anew...

Then came a spring rain. It wasn't heavy; in fact, the sun shone through the clouds and sprinkled down. The raindrops hit the sunlight and evaporated in no time. The scent of the rain wafted to Mo Ling's side, and he reached out and touched it. The scent then drifted away on the wind, heading into the distance.

The children running in the square took off their cotton-padded coats and put on thin jackets. They got hot from running and wanted to take them off, but their mothers would carefully wrap them up again.

Finally, one day, the mother also felt hot and changed her child into a light short-sleeved shirt.

The scorching sun began to bake the open square.

summer solstice.

There were noticeably more people taking a walk in the evening. Some people saw Mo Ling sitting there and sat down with peace of mind, only to jump away immediately after being burned.

Mo Ling didn't offer any warnings, but watched these people's reactions with a wicked sense of amusement, seeing their muscles suddenly tense up and their expressions change instantly, so realistically.

On summer nights, couples will randomly appear in the square, clinging to each other. They occupy secluded corners, embracing each other for warmth despite the sweltering summer heat.

As if to encourage these young couples, the square's management staff dimmed the lights every night, leaving only a hazy orange glow, romantic and elegant.

Mo Ling seemed to be all alone in the square, but he enjoyed watching the different reactions of each couple with his all-seeing eyes.

Some couples are reserved, some are unrestrained, some are shy and hesitant, and some are enthusiastic and generous. The diversity of human beings is fully demonstrated here. The heat of the summer night also speeds up the circulation of hormones in the human body, and these hormones write a trajectory called "love" on the brain's nerves.

These nights spent together will also become beautiful memories.

"very nice."

Mo Ling sighed softly.

Everything is real: the heartbeat is real, the blush is real, the rapid breathing is real, the trembling is real, and the love is real.

Unbeknownst to those couples, there was a special witness sitting on a bench in the center of the square, recording their true love...

Soon, the autumn winds returned.

People come and go, seasons change, and the green leaves in the distance gradually turn yellow, falling to the ground along the trajectory of time.

Autumn is a bleak season, and people tend to become more sentimental.

Time destroys not only the green leaves, but also the will of people.

Human emotions are not always at their peak. After being filled with hope and love, as hormones subside and we gradually become more rational, all the turmoil and confusion creeps to the edge of our thoughts.

A disheartened middle-aged man carrying a bag full of wine came to the square alone, sat down next to Mo Ling, and told him about the bitterness of his life.

Midlife crisis seems to exist in every era.

The middle-aged man didn't care whether Mo Ling responded or not; he just wanted to talk to someone and vent his frustrations.

Marriage, parents, children, work, health, money...

The middle-aged man, holding a bottle of wine, seemed to have endless topics to discuss.

After getting drunk, he leaned against the cube and murmured as he fell asleep, entering a carefree dreamland...

(End of this chapter)