On the quantum protective film of the nursery, the lingering ripples of the Six-Dimensional Standing Wave continued to undulate. Lin Mo stared at the miniature Dyson sphere woven from diapers; the pale purple negative-mass fibers were still absorbing the residual energy of the third sun. Just as his fingertips touched the shimmering fibers, the entire room suddenly plunged into an eerie silence.
"Mo, look—"
Su Yuqing’s voice sounded as if it were coming from underwater. She held their infant in her left arm, her right hand suspended in mid-air. Lin Mo followed her gaze to see the space around the crib beginning to distort, and seven "versions of himself" from different ages were emerging from the void.
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