An information vacuum solidified with a turbidity more suffocating than absolute nothingness. There was no backdrop of twinkling stars, only an endless expanse of gray haze settling with the wreckage of cosmic consciousness from billions of epochs. This abandoned cleft in the spacetime fabric was a true place of forgetting in the sea of information, where even the torrent of entropy increase seemed slow and viscous, like frozen black fat.
The Old Welder's consciousness fragments—along with their shattered, miscellaneous "shell" consisting of logic dust mixed with Frostbone ice crystals, ash residues burned away by the Entropy Flame, and the wreckage of its own torn boundaries of existence—were like a piece of molten gold debris wrapped in mud-stained meteorite. At last, they smashed through an invisible yet viscous membrane, plunging completely into the deep-sea vortex of the Entropy Remains Graveyard.
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Chapter 102