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Thales opened his eyes gently.

where is he?

It does not matter.

What matters is what he feels.

There seemed to be some change in his thoughts - they seemed to become unstructured, like gurgling water separated by a layer of veil.

He seems to be... careless about everything?

how so.

Thales was vaguely aware of his situation - but he didn't want to change this feeling.

That's good, isn't it?

It's like entering another realm.

Thales raised his gaze.

In front of me is a gray patch of... round grains?

Yes, Thales saw a gray stone.

No, not one.

It is one of the countless stones embedded in it.

How amazing.

These stone particles are so far apart that no matter how much time passes, they cannot get even an inch closer to each other.

But they are so close, they are closer to each other than most other things in the world, tighter, and almost integrated into one body.

For thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, or even hundreds of thousands of years later, they have maintained this distance that is sometimes as far away as a chasm in the sky, and sometimes almost as close to each other.

A magical world, isn't it? There is such an interesting and vivid relationship between two stone grains solidified together.

What about all the other beings in this world? Do they also have such an interesting relationship?

Definitely yes.

Why haven't I noticed this before?

Haven't you noticed the wonder of this world?

Maybe he was really stupid before.

Thales thought this calmly.

His gaze slowly moved upward.

The stones were getting farther and farther away from him... maybe getting closer?

This still doesn't matter.

The important thing is that the distance between him and these stone grains is changing, and at every moment when these distances change, they also become different from each other - the stone grains are like this for him, and he is like the stone grains.

His gaze continued to rise.

Ah, it turns out that's it - Thales was a little surprised - these stone particles form the surface of a floor tile.

Rough, uneven surface.

What a wonderful combination.

They are obviously just stones, but because of the special distance and position between them, they have become another kind of existence.

There is an existence named "surface of floor tiles".

Just like humans.

When distance and location are lost, each individual becomes an independent person.

But when they increase or decrease the distance, change their positions, stand together... and stand in one dimension, one region, and one society at the same time, they become another kind of existence.

An existence called "the crowd".

Wait - a small voice told him in Thales' perception - maybe it can be reversed, because of their existence, the position and distance will be determined.

How could he know this?

Forget it, it's not important.

The important thing is - it's so much fun.

Come and see more.

Thales saw it: it was a gray-black octagonal floor tile, spliced ​​together with countless floor tiles of the same type.

Are they artificially pieced together floor tiles? That’s why the distance between floor tiles is so uneven.

Or do the people who put them together actually feel that they are very even? Because they cannot perceive the beauty of uniformity? The beauty of balance?

Or, in fact, this is their "uniformity" - yes, if you zoom out a little further, isn't the ground paved with these floor tiles very uniform?

Thales raised his gaze to the highest level.

He knew it was daytime.

Because this existence called "daytime" is defined by the position of the ground and the sun.

The sun is past midheaven - forming a wonderful positive angle with the ground.

In front of him was an exotic house - strange flaky eaves tilted up at the four corners, a door made of heavy driftwood, windows inlaid with colored glazes, and black men in flowing robes coming and going.

A human with black eyes shuttles inside and outside a gorgeous house from time to time.

Without exception, they all looked nervous.

Why are you nervous?

Thales' thoughts moved slightly, and he knew why.

In that room, there was a woman - a young woman with black hair and black eyes, who was surrounded by a group of women and howling in pain in a pool of blood.

The woman's belly is bulging - she is giving birth.

They didn't need to be nervous - he saw that the life in the woman's belly was strong and vigorous, and it was constantly moving its limbs.

She will give birth naturally.

And a man who resembles a woman's husband, with elegant and noble clothes and accessories, is being blocked outside the house by another group of men, with a difficult expression.

That's it, Thales thought: the inside and outside of the house are isolated.

That's why there's so much tension inside and so much suffering outside - what a shame, if they could all see each other's condition...

Even...if they could see the woman in the woman's belly...

Is there no need to be nervous, worried, fearful and tormented?

Soon, the woman's screams stopped, and her belly slowly became flat.

And with a weak cry, a baby girl covered in blood was taken out.

The man outside the house got the news and desperately broke through the obstruction and rushed into the house.

The man knelt down tremblingly in front of the bed, held the woman's weak hand, and comforted his wife nervously and anxiously in a language he didn't understand.

The woman smiles.

Finally, someone respectfully handed the baby girl, whose eyes were tightly closed, to the man.

The man trembled and took his daughter.

OMG…

Thales, who was watching all this, looked at the excited man with black hair and black eyes, and then looked at the woman with black hair and black eyes, a pleased expression.

Can't help but want to laugh.

What would happen if they knew the truth?

The baby girl slowly opened her eyes and looked at the first person who came into the world.

The man holding the baby girl saw the baby girl clearly and trembled.

The man raised his head in astonishment, looked at the people around him in panic, spoke in a language he didn't understand, and seemed at a loss.

Someone came forward with a frown, glanced at the baby girl, and then froze in place.

There was an uproar in the house.

Immediately, the woman's trembling screams and howls, the servants' nervous comfort, and the man's roar came one after another...

Hahaha——Tales laughed when he saw all this.

Yes, he looked at the baby girl and her blue eyes - crystal blue eyes that were incompatible with the black eyes of her "father" and mother.

Probably that man wouldn't have thought that his wife's daughter was not his daughter, right?

How ridiculous.

Thales withdrew his gaze, and the thoughts in his heart turned mechanically:

If a man had seen a few months ago that his "daughter" had blue eyes that were not inherited from him...

No, it's more than that.

The baby girl's skin color is obviously white, her hair is curly, and her nose is slightly ridged. This was already obvious before she was born - unfortunately, the man didn't know it.

If he knew everything...

Then does he still need to face chills and pain, resentment and anger like today, after full of expectations and worries, suffering and waiting?

No.
To be continued...