I forgot everything except myself.
There is no time or matter in the void, only eternity that is so uniform that it makes you mad.
Until that light spot tore through the silence - in a dense sky, worker ants were carrying food. I cannot touch it, but I have learned to penetrate the barrier with my gaze. Every time the tentacles of ants tap each other, a new observation hole blooms in the void. As spring passes and autumn comes, I can already watch three thousand ants growing at the same time.
Drowsiness sets in for the first time. When I wake up, I don't know how many cycles the ant world has iterated. And when I focused again, a certain impulse awakened in the nerve endings - I ordered it to climb up the leaves, and it actually changed. The power to intervene spreads with the observation holes, more, bigger, better.
Everything started to speed up,
