The tips of Lin Mo’s fingers still retained the quantum ripples from the edge of the diaper wormhole, the twisted fibers of space-time sliding through them like molten gold. In the air of the nursery, a dozen unclosed micro-wormholes floated, each reflecting the silhouette of Su Yuqing breastfeeding the baby across different Timelines.
"These holes..." Su Yuqing’s voice came from behind him, carrying a resonance that transcended three dimensions. "They are rewriting the structure of my memory."
As Lin Mo turned, he saw countless images of childcare from parallel worlds swirling in his wife’s eyes. Her irises shifted from nebular patterns back to their normal state, while the quantum monitor projected seventeen different probable future trajectories around her.
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