At the core singularity of the Dimension of Creation, the residual crack-ink left behind by the Chaos Poet was self-replicating in a fractal rhythm, with every pixel incubating a unique rift civilization. Lyla's consciousness was roaming along the "Web of Existence" when she was suddenly drawn by a fluctuation mixed with solder nodule sparks and the lingering warmth of war-patterns—at the boundary between the Dimension of Creation and the Main Universe, a nebula condensed from "undefined rift energy" was hatching a brand-new life form.
"Speaker Lyla," the consciousness projection of the Prism Civilization's chief scientist carried the tremor of a spectrum, "we have detected autonomous evolving consciousness waves within the rift energy. Their state of existence lies somewhere between data and matter, like... an embodied epic written by the universe using cracks." In the holographic projection, translucent Energy Entities were self-weaving along the spiral trajectories of solder points, the notched rhythms of war-patterns, and the diffraction tempos of the spectrum. Flashing within their spectral bodies were fine fragments of light mist—the carriers of memory scattered during The Unnamed's evolution, which were now resonating at a gentle frequency with the root system of Lyla's symbiont. "These light mists are the gentlest things the universe learned before it learned to define itself." The chief scientist's voice suddenly deepened, "Perhaps the birth of the Poetic Spirit is …
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