Snails waiting for dawn

In the yard of the lumber yard, the newly arrived planks were piled together in a mess. Waiting for someone to come and move them into the warehouse.

A heavy rain came unexpectedly. In the rain a snail strolls slowly, drinking the rain and tasting the grass on the ground. Before you know it has climbed up a plank.

The rain gradually stopped, and the snails were lazily lying on the wooden board. It wants to get a good night's sleep. But it found that it was now so fat that the shell on its back could not hold it down at all. The snail looked back at the small house on its back and sighed involuntarily.

Suddenly, the mountain shook, and the snail swayed up and down with the plank. A wave of fear in the snail's heart. Its body clung to the plank, not daring to slacken off a little. The huge shaking made the snail dizzy and nauseous. Then "Boom! There was a loud bang, accompanied by a violent shaking. Then all was calm again. The snails were still lying on the plank, which was no longer shaking. It's just booming, and the rumbling sound is still ringing.

The snail did not dare to move. Lying quietly on its stomach, I don't know how long later, the snail woke up. It found darkness all around it. The silent environment frightens the snails. It carefully shrunk its body into the home. The snail doesn't worry about getting lost because its home is on its back.

The house was a little crowded, and the snail had a hard time retracting its body into its shell, hurriedly spitting out some mucus, and making a film to seal the door.

There will always be light, and there will always be rain. The snail is not in a hurry, it just has to wait and everything will be there. When rain flows by, the moist air melts the membrane-made gates. It can also carry that little house on its back to travel the world.

Time is slipping away little by little, and the surrounding area is getting darker and darker. The snail was tightly wrapped in darkness. The snail lay silently asleep at home, waiting for the dawn to come. But the sky was not light, and the world was immersed in darkness.

Emptiness and darkness envelop the snail, and the dark world slowly turns.

A huge vortex in the darkness is slowly rolling snails in. The snail drifts aimlessly with the whirlpool, and the snail does not know where it will float. I only felt myself being swallowed up by the vortex little by little. Suddenly it noticed that a deep black hole had appeared in the center of the vortex. The huge suction of the black hole is pulling it into the black hole, and it tries to grasp something, but there is nothing around. The snail could not stop itself from falling into this terrible black hole.

It woke up, and the world was still dark. No sunlight, no rain, no flowers. Only smooth walls. It wants to go for convenience. It fumbled to find the door, but found that its home was so big. Huge snail shells, circled outward with no end. It was trapped in the depths of the snail shell and could not find the door to its own home. The snail had to pull a bubble of on the wall. Then it shrank deeper into the shell. There is another layer of mucous membrane around it. Guarding the doorway, the snail felt safe.

The darkness continued, and the great vortex in the darkness finally sucked the snail into the slender, darker passage. A force was slowly pulling the snail toward the unknown. The snail could not resist and could only let itself move forward.

The road ahead is getting darker and narrower. The snail felt a noticeable squeeze and the snail became smaller. There seemed to be no road ahead, and smooth walls blocked its way.

The snail woke up, and it was still at home. It's just that the home seems to have gotten bigger.

It had been dark for so long, when the dawn would come again, it longed for the dawn, longed for the spring rain, longed for the green grass. It didn't know how long it could wait. The snail felt hopeless.

The snail felt like it was about to disappear. So he used up the last bit of mucus from his body and made a membrane to lock himself in the deepest corner of the room.

The snail was getting smaller and smaller, and it found itself sucked into a dark, narrow and long passage again. It has forgotten its own existence, forgotten its fears. Only darkness remained of the world, and the dark world spun faster and faster, pulling the snail through the home that protected it, and was taking it away.

Eventually the snail passed through the wall that stopped it from moving forward, and the snail left its home. In the long darkness, the snail could not find its own body, and a force pulled it forward, and finally it found that there was a glimmer of light ahead.

Spring rains turn the earth green, and the grass comes alive from the wet soil. A herd of snails greedily nibbles at the buds of the new spring. Under the dirt a newborn snail is struggling to burrow out of the ground.

In the warehouse of the lumber yard, the old planks were moved out piece by piece. In the corner of the warehouse, there is a wooden board, and the snail shell is still glued to it. And the snail has long gone.