"Hello."
Mo Ling thought he had misheard, but when he came back to his senses, he found that the "person" who had just greeted him had already turned its head and was looking at him with hollow eyes.
"Y-hello."
After hesitating for a moment, Mo Ling greeted it again.
"Hello."
The "person" opened its mouth and responded to Mo Ling once more.
Mo Ling froze. He had not expected these "people" to actually respond to him.
They actually had consciousness? And they could speak human language?
"Can you understand what I'm saying?" Mo Ling asked the "person" curiously.
"Yes."
The other party responded again, its voice flat and calm as it traveled through the white space to Mo Ling.
Seeing that these "people" could truly communicate, Mo Ling fell silent instead.
He did not know what to ask. If these "people" truly had consciousness, they must feel lonely, right? Trapped here, they must be suffering too, right? Mo Ling wanted to ask about their feelings, but he was afraid of hurting them.
Not far away, the "person" continued to gaze quietly at Mo Ling, waiting for his next words. Its eyes remained just as hollow, betraying no emotion.
Unable to suppress his curiosity any longer, Mo Ling asked, "How long have you been here?"
"I don't remember. A long time. I never counted," it answered blandly.
"Have you always been like this?"
Mo Ling pointed at the planet beneath the "person" and asked carefully.
"No. At first, there was only me. Later, I collided with other things and slowly became like this. They embraced me, so I wouldn't feel empty anymore..."
"Empty? You can feel emptiness?" Mo Ling followed up on its words.
"Of course. This place is so empty. There's nothing here. Since I came here, you're the