The absolute darkness of the nursery lasted less than three seconds before being torn apart by the quantum fluorescence bursting from the crib. Remnants of the items from the choosing ceremony still lingered on Lin Mo’s retinas in a state of superposition—the phantom images of an abacus, a fountain pen, and a jade pendant trembled in the air like nebulae scattered by the wind.
"Is... is the camera ready?" Su Yuqing’s voice drifted up from the depths of the darkness, carrying a strange echo. Her quantum form was recalibrating; through the visual module remaining in his system, Lin Mo saw the space-time fibers woven by the Dark Energy Cradle wrapped around his wife.
The nanny, Auntie Wang, sat slumped in the corner, still clutching a basin of semi-solid superfluid bathwater. The liquid seeped through her fingers, etching a miniature constellation map onto the wooden floor.
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