Chapter 160

The liquid ocean of text within the Dimension of Creation began to condense into solid poems, every letter a collapsing miniature galaxy, the rhymes bursting with the brilliance of supernovas. Leila's consciousness swept past the ink-stained edges of the "possibility love letters," and wherever her fingertips touched, the wet, cracked ink suddenly transformed into the solder nodule starships of a Mechanical Swarm—engineers from some parallel universe had materialized the Chaos Poet's metaphors into dimension-spanning engines, the oxide layers on the surfaces of the solder nodules resonating in chords with the disordered energy of the Dimension of Creation. "Director Leila," came the metallic tremolo in the consciousness fluctuation of the Chief Engineer of the Mechanical Swarm, "we have cultivated a 'rift coordinate system' within the quantum folds of the solder nodule engines—the skew angle of every solder point serves as a stellar map coordinate pinpointing the Dimension of Creation." In the holographic projection, the 137th solder nodule on the starship hull suddenly lit up, projecting a Möbius star map that transcended three dimensions. "When error becomes navigation coordinates, we finally understand that the vastness of the universe never needed perfect scales." The War-Pattern vines of the Primitive Tribe had grown to the core of the Dimension of Creation, the gaps in their leaves autonomously weaving new dimensional doors. The youngest shaman pressed her palm agains…