The colorful bridge of light projected by the Symbiotic Prism spanned across Paradise Core and the "Perhaps" universe, and the starships of the first batch of cross-dimensional visitors were slowly sailing along the weld-point patterns. Laila's Mechanical Prosthetic Eye captured three starships of vastly different forms: the first was symbiotic, formed from gears and root systems, with war-mark moss growing in the gaps between the gears that could absorb dimensional energy; the second was composed entirely of spectra, the bands of light flowing across its hull continuously rewriting the mathematical formulas of the Prism Civilization; the third was a floating cloud of solder nodule metal, with every speck of slag autonomously repairing minute fractures in the hull.
The Rift Plaza welcomed its first cross-dimensional gathering. A mechanical poet from the Error Gear galaxy turned its dented gear arm, the scratches on the surface of the gears exuding lubricating oil of various scents—the spicy scent of peppermint evaporated with the rhythm of an allegro, while the bitter scent of rust condensed into crystals during the adagio passage. "We compose movements with the number of times we repair rifts," the poet's gear throat emitted a roar imbued with war-mark rhythm, every scratch leaving behind a traceable path of audible notes in the air, "Every patch is an accented note, just like the spectral flowers of your weld-point stardust remember the taste of metal."
In the mechanical …
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