The ant didn't know where it was; to it, the breeze was like a world-upending torrent, carrying it from one foreign world to another.
Now, the world before it was a plain covered with bristles, so hard they were like thorns. It had to climb carefully, and quickly, four mounds appeared on the plain. It didn't know they were the knuckles of Lin Xian's fingers. It climbed the peaks and moved toward the valleys. Suddenly, the mounds seemed to quake, which clearly startled it, and it began to speed up.
The four mounds were not the same. After continuously climbing over two mounds, the ant found the latter two were significantly shorter, which was good news, indicating it had safely passed through the vibrating mound area.
Lin Xian watched the little black ant crawling on the back of his hand, seeming a bit absent-minded. He extended his other hand and placed it alongside, trying to let the ant crawl onto it.
