"If you don't tell me your name, I'll just call you Block, then?"
When Mo Ling didn't answer, Martin didn't seem to mind. He pulled his hand back and squatted down, grabbing a handful of sand.
He rubbed the sand between his palms for a long while before murmuring to himself, "All the grains of sand look exactly the same."
Mo Ling's gaze followed Martin's to the beach. Not only were the individual grains of sand identical in size, shape, and color, but even their wear patterns and water stains were indistinguishable.
'Copy and paste again.'
"Your ability is pretty impressive. You actually managed to break through its shell," Martin remarked with admiration.
"Where are we?" Mo Ling asked, looking around in confusion.
"The World of Sound. This is where the core entity exists." Martin stood up, letting the sand slowly trickle from his hand. "All of this stuff is made of sound."
