右圖→號稱內容「無字（空白）小說」，係根據黃海科幻極短篇〈混沌〉所改編：
原文發表在中國時報副刊。以下為原文：
「深呼吸，深呼吸…放鬆你的身體…放鬆每一根手指頭…」
「放鬆左右大腿…左右小腿…每一根腳指頭…放鬆你的額頭…肩膀…深呼吸…再深呼吸…」
「想像自己看到前面有一道光…倒數計時…十…九…八…七…」「回到從前，回到從前…很小很小的時候…」
他的眼皮漸漸沈重，聽到催眠師的聲音有如遙遠山谷傳來的風聲 ，意識逐漸朦朧，穿梭在時光的迷霧裡，順著那輕柔呼喚，回到從前，回到非常久遠、非常久遠的從前…
現在他的意識進入半朦朧半清醒的狀態。於是，縱使是小時候 遊玩時的一個偶然的跌跤，地上幾顆石頭的樣子，是爸爸媽媽在夜色迷人的庭院裡，抓著他的小手數星星時啍著的沒有歌詞的小調，他還是記得，還是記得，清清楚楚的身歷其境，而訴說著童年往事。有如唱針找到了古老記憶的紋路，發出原音。
「哇哇，」他哭了，是一長串稚嫩嬰兒般的聲音。他才生出來，脫離 親的身體，母親溫柔迷人的眼神看著他，還有微笑時的燦亮的臉，有如煦和可愛的陽光。
時光回流，他就像剛剛生下來時，拚命的鼓脹著胸部呼吸，大哭不 止。護士把他放入透明的保溫箱，許多剛剛降生的娃娃也在各自的玻璃房子裡，無聲無息的呼吸……
「再回到更遠的從前，越過出生以前吧…回到出生以前的許多年…」
催眠師的話像風的呢喃和嘆息，繼續催促著，他意識的焦距固定了，終於看到了一輪燦爛的紅日，正貼近海平線，在海天連接之處 散射萬道霞光。
現在，他是個瘦弱年輕的爸爸，牽扶著太太和兩個寶貝子，擁擠在碼頭邊擁擠的逃難人群裡，巴望著即將進港的船隻，突然，聽見頭 頂上嗡嗡嗡響著，一群紅日記號的飛機低空掠過，一顆炸彈掉下來， 眼前一片血光和暗黑。
「哦，我被炸死了！」 他很驚恐的駭叫了起來，終至嚎啕大哭 ，那是某個前世一次悲慘的死亡的記憶。
「在時間的洪流中，每一世代的人生有如一個又一個的夢幻泡影 。」催眠師的聲音如風般的輕柔，穿越了他的意識底層，他繼續感受 到溫婉的推力，把他捲入時間的的漩渦中。
「再往前飛過去吧！探索生命的最初底蘊吧！一百年，一萬年 ，百萬年…」
眼前似乎是洪荒時代，到處都是穿著獸皮的原始人，大家聚集在 山洞裡。「他」現在是一個挺著大肚子的女人，在熊熊的火光中---
「她」靠坐在岩壁，兩腿張開，等待生產，而後，外面一陣吼叫吶喊 ，幾名穿著獸皮的男人衝進來，和裡面的幾個男人一陣廝殺毆鬥，她 被別的族人搶走了，在半路上她感到自己的下腹部爆裂開來，血流如 柱，她整個身體幾乎被撕開了。
「可憐的生命，離開做人的苦楚吧，再往前飛越過去，千萬年， 一億年，十億年…」
「它」現在是一株在海底火山口的植物，在它被大小魚類摧殘之後，脆弱得連掙扎呼喊的力氣都沒有了。
「再往宇宙的本源深處倒退疾行吧！意識再努力…再努力…到達最 初的三分鐘，兩分鐘，一分鐘……回到宇宙的開端…了解創造的奧祕吧！」
現在它是無垠的空間中以光速般倒退回流的粒子，朝著艷熒光暈的中心飛馳，它感到渾身火熱，就在抵達時間箭頭的起源之處，催眠 者的聲音要求它「越過開端」，頓時意識的畫面有如關掉電源的電視 成了空白虛無。
這已經是第Ｎ次的實驗，總是沒有法越過那最初的混沌。（完）
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( 本文發表於中國時報《人間副刊》1993.5.16；《科學月刊》2006年ｘ月）
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Void（混沌）
Author（原著）: Hwang Hai ( 黃海)
Traslator( 譯者） : Chiang Tsu-chien（蔣祖茜）
“Take deep breaths, deep breaths…relax your body…relax every finger…”
“Relax your left and right thighs…left and right lower legs…every toe…relax your forehead…shoulders…take a deep breath…another deep breath…”
“Imagine there’s a beam of light in front of you…now count down…ten…nine…eight…seven…”
“Go back to the past, back to the past…when you were very, very young…”
Little by little his eyelids grew heavy, the voice of the hypnotist like the sound of the wind from a distant valley, his consciousness gradually dimming; traveling through the mists of time, following the soft, gentle call, back to the past, back to the past long, long ago…
Now his consciousness had entered into half soberness and half haziness. Thus, even an accidental fall in childhood when playing around, the shape and color of a few stones on the ground, the tunes with no lyrics his parents would hum when they held his small hand and counted the stars on a charming night in the yard, he still remembered, remembered, as if he were personally experiencing those events as clear as day, telling the childhood bygones. It was as if the stylus had found its groove of age-old memories, producing the original sound.
“Waa….waa…” He was crying, a long series of baby-like delicate sounds. He has just been born, just departed his mother’s body. With gentle, charming eyes his mother gazed upon him, and when she smiled her glowing face was like the warm, lovely sun.
Flowing back in time, it was as if he had just been born, bulging his chest as he struggled to breathe and crying nonstop. The nurse placed him in the transparent infant incubator. Many other just-born babies were also in their glass houses, quietly breathing…
“Go further back into the past, before your birth…go back to the many years before your birth…”
The words of the hypnotist were like the whispers and sighs of the wind, urging him on.
His consciousness focused, he finally saw the glorious red sun nestling in on the sea level, scattering brilliant rays of light from where the sky melted into the sea.
Now he was a young father of a thin build, holding and supporting his wife and two beloved sons as they crowded into the crowd of refugees beside the pier, anxiously waiting for the incoming ships. Suddenly, loud humming sounded from above: a troop of planes with red sun marks swooped low—a bomb
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