The mindscape.
Darkness. Silence.
But when the Mobius strip, built upon the foundation of the Time Script, extended outward, the darkness remained, while the silence seemed to crack apart.
It was as if time had begun to flow through the endless darkness.
Beyond the limits of what could be seen, undercurrents stirred.
But this was not the end. It was only the beginning.
The two memories coiled around each other like an Ouroboros, devouring one another, then were placed upon the Mobius strip.
The darkness of the mindscape was pierced by the distinctive silver glow of memory, and the entire mindscape came alive.
The silence and darkness vanished. The mindscape seemed to have become a "living" world.
Voldemort watched the Mobius strip and the mindscape in silence, waiting quietly for the next change.
Sure enough, as the two continued to spread into the darkness, and the two memories continued to chase and devour each other, the boundaries of the Mobius strip expanded without limit.
What had originally been a simple elliptical path slowly fused and transformed, eventually expanding into something like a vast land.
The two clusters of memories traveled through this world according to their own rules. They still chased and devoured each other, but everything was constrained by time and fate.
At times, Lin Zuo's memories gained the upper hand, seeming to define Riddle's memories as a past life.
But in the blink of an eye, their roles reversed. Riddle took control of the world again, and Lin Zuo became the past life.
Voldemort had a feeling that he could make this world more real.
If he wanted to, he could do it.
But he didn't.
Building a world that was both illusory and real within the mindscape, atop his own memories, wasn't necessarily a good thing.
It