————You are in complete darkness————

Reptilian: "Input" - "Search" - "Activate Vision" - "Failure" - "Activate Limbs" - "Failure" - "Output"

————You suddenly start screaming hysterically, your body curling inward with trembling, twitches and relaxes, your hands and feet twisted and straightened, your back arched, and your fingers uncontrollably grasping everything around you————

Paleomammalian: Brother’s food bag is still half full, brother’s excrement bag is empty, brother doesn't have any reproductive needs. Brother just needs to rest.

Neomammalian: (Silence followed by a dull snoring, proving his existence. How can we imagine that he is already dead, perhaps we can only wait until he is alive)

Reptilian: "Receive" - "Activate Hearing" - "Harsh" - "Activate Perception" - "Call" - "Output"

————Thank goodness, you finally woke up, like a sleeping beauty or a hibernating frog. I can't believe what you've been through, but it's better for you to wake up right away, even for yesterday's you————

The familiar ceiling is covered with moldy stars, each representing a story or a war. For example, this is the smallest moldy thing: Mom, this is Dad, that is my three-year-old brother who drowned somewhere, and maybe I am here. I really don't remember. Every time I lie in this bed with my parents, I repeat this thought - what if I wasn't the person thinking in bed, but a moldy spot on the ceiling? Of course, I know I'm not, because I can see. My brain is three-dimensional, expandable, massive, touchable, real, and recognizable to anyone. But if there is really another me somewhere on the ceiling, can he realize that the world he is in is just a small ceiling in the three-dimensional world? Perhaps he is now or has ever thought about it, perhaps in a two-dimensional space, imagining himself as a one-dimensional me with his brain that only extends in length and width, has no volume, and is difficult to touch.

If the soul of 'me' is unique and exists, which dimension of 'me' should it belong to? Is it evenly distributed among every 'me', or do all 'me' share the same soul? Because in all dimensions, I only have one body, which is a fact in the three-dimensional world. Being able to think means I have a soul, so my soul should and can only be combined with my body in the three-dimensional world. The soul and body can exist separately, but only when they are combined can they become a complete me. The concept of 'I' must be the body (material) plus the soul (thinking, imagination), and it can be concluded that there can only be one complete 'I' in all dimensions, which is the 'I' currently being considered.

I'm a bit tired, both physically and mentally. The body is composed of expandable objects such as blood, bones, tissues, meat, and brain, naturally following the rules of the universe in which it resides. Over time, it will become tired, and over time, it will die. Although the soul does not need to follow the theory of the universe I am in, it still feels tired, which further reinforces the idea that I am the true me, because the body and soul should be completely harmonious. When I wake up, I can feel the presence of my soul, or more precisely, I am my soul, but who am I when I fall asleep? Is my soul still me? Where is it again? These issues are like my shadow, accompanying me for the rest of my life. Only when I work or become an emperor can I simply tuck them into my belt. Since my younger brother passed away, this house will always belong to me. My younger brother was once a complete scientist. He doesn't believe in the existence of the soul at all, but he loves me. This is contradictory because love is a product of the soul world. On the day he drowned, I was lying in the same bed as now. The heavy rain soaked the already fragile ceilings, turning them into rubber mud. Mold spots detached from the ceiling and fell into pots of various sizes. The floor of the room is piled with pots. My brother died in the water, and correspondingly, his mold also fell down and landed on the hard floor. Now, I gaze at the ceiling that was initially covered by my brother's mold, and since that day, it has never grown again.

————Get up and have some water, beer is also fine, of course, it's best to have alcohol————

After waking up, I can no longer see myself. We all have bodies, and in this dimension, it is not recommended to immerse ourselves in observing low latitude organisms. This reminds me of my two nephews, and whenever I think of drinking water, I remember them. They are different from me. If I were a slave of existence, they would be more interested in enslaving each other. This sounds confusing and even immediately becomes boring. As I said, a body without a soul and a soul without a body are both incomplete, so theories without examples are no exception. I brought a glass of water half a minute ago. If my first nephew were here, he would carefully inspect the water, from the material of the container to the structure of the water, and even reduce the container and water to atoms for observation. Finally, it took him seven days to confirm - it was a glass of water, and then he died of thirst. Of course, he was right, but his only mistake was ignoring the soul, analyzing matter to the extreme, and ignoring the invisible. His behavior doesn't look like my nephew's. But I admire him because with him, we can better understand and comprehend ourselves in reality. I pay tribute to him.

This is also a glass of water. If it were my second nephew, he would immediately drink the water and conclude that it was meant for drinking and drinking it would not make him thirsty. This one is much smarter than the previous one, but still not like my nephew, he can't even provide any help for my theory. He lives in his own world, and of course, in debates with his brothers. This war is honored to be recorded on the ceiling above my head, right next to my moldy spot, where there is a dark water stain. They engaged in an endless verbal battle to prove the correctness of their viewpoint, which was a bit disrespectful to my drowning brother. It is very concerning that one of them has passed away, but I do not know which one has actually passed away. Since they were lured into a sealed box, news of a person's death has been circulating, but no one knows who it is.

Reptilian: "Input" - "Retrieve Brain" - "Failed" - "Loop Request" - "Failed"

Paleomammalian: Brother drank some water and was very happy, but brother’s food bag was empty and brother was a little angry. 

Neomammalian: It seems like the time has come. May my soul be with me and come back again.

— To other souls and bodies