As the Stardust Train crossed the Orion Spur, the symbiotic imprint on Arui's palm suddenly burst into seven-colored brilliance. The rays of light refracted like a spectral prism, shining in red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet, with each colored light corresponding to the energy frequency of a different civilization. Ice Drip's algorithmic halo locked onto the source of the anomaly on the star map: at the core of the M78 Nebula, a Prism Civilization made entirely of pure light existed, and its spectral frequency was decaying at a rate of 0.32% per day, causing all light-form life to collapse toward a single frequency.
"Their spectrum is 'whitening'." Ori's Photon Harp String trembled with high-frequency blue light, and the light particles condensing on the string shattered like crystal. "The Prism Civilization relies on the symbiotic balance of the seven-color spectrum. Now, the creativity represented by the red light and the spirituality represented by the violet light are vanishing, leaving only the cold logic of the blue light." Outside the porthole, the nebula, which should have been as brilliant as a rainbow, had faded into a harsh, monochromatic glare. The light-form life looked like elongated blue bands of light, mechanically shuttling through the void.
Arui touched her imprint, and the seven-colored light bands suddenly extended tentacles, producing a repulsive reaction against the monochromatic spectrum of the Prism Civilization. The voice of the T…
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