In the 45th year of the Star Dome Calendar, the spacetime fluctuation monitor at the Cold Pool Quantum Lighthouse suddenly erupted in blinding red light. The alarm blared like a sharp, dialect-laden shout, echoing through the command room. In Chen Feng’s hand, the Resonance Compass vibrated violently; the gears on its dial ground against each other with a jarring screech, until finally, the needle locked onto a mysterious region in the Triangulum Galaxy. There, the spacetime coordinates flickered at frequencies mimicking the tonal patterns of various Earth dialects, as if an invisible pair of hands were weaving the warp and weft of spacetime using language itself.
"Chen Feng! The spacetime structure in the Triangulum Galaxy is undergoing a dialect-based distortion!" Su Yuhan stared at the holographic star map, her eyes filled with shock. "The originally linear spacetime threads now present as waves resembling dialectal tones. And... they are resonating strangely with the dialectal star-forging frequencies of the Microscopium Galaxy!"
On Liu Ruyan’s communication screen, the atmosphere in the Interstellar Council Hall was heavy. The holograms of council members flickered in and out against the distorted spacetime background: "The String-Weaver Civilization prophesies that if the 'Spacetime Dialect Weave' is left to spiral out of control, the laws of the universe will lose all meaning, like a garbled, incomprehensible dialect. Remnants of the String Breakers have deployed 'Sp…
Chapter 29