Richard felt himself fall asleep.
A true sleep—one in which he lost all conscious awareness, all ability to resist external dangers, an exceedingly deep sleep.
To be honest, ever since embarking on the path of seeking the truth of the world, it had been far, far too long since he had experienced such sleep. He had nearly forgotten when he had last experienced it, yet now he was able to experience it again.
In the dream, he was very calm.
In the dream, he saw many unimaginable scenes and images.
The first scene appeared in a small dirt pit.
Inside the small dirt pit was a massive anthill, home to tens of thousands of ants that had built a vast ant kingdom. Numerous worker ants bustled in and out, some carrying back food they had found, while others expanded the nest.
Everything looked thriving and full of vitality.
Suddenly, the ground trembled slightly several times. Two human children ran over, each carrying a wooden bucket more than half full of water.
As they passed the dirt pit, the two children stopped, their attention drawn to the busy ants.
Then one of them picked up a branch beside the pit and poked it toward the densest cluster of ants.
The ants immediately descended into chaos, and the child laughed.
The other child laughed as well. Then, after thinking for a moment, he tipped over his wooden bucket and poured out the water inside.
Splash!
The water swiftly flooded the entire dirt pit and poured into the anthill.
Glug, glug!
"Hahahaha!"
Accompanied by the children's laughter, large bubbles rose from the anthill, and a whirlpool formed on the surface. The disaster-stricken ants tried to escape, but they could not resist the immense suction. Every one of them was dragged into the whirlpool