Abyss of Colors

"My... I can't control it..." Myriad Faces' voice came from countless forms at once. "They're tearing me apart... Every 'me' is being defined as a different existence..."

Lin Ye raised his hand again. The three stars on his cloak lit up simultaneously—memories of three civilizations founded upon "unity" poured into Myriad Faces at once. The fragmented forms began to merge once more, becoming a whole capable of containing countless forms at the same time.

Once Myriad Faces stabilized, an image appeared on its mirrored surface—a "sea" lay ahead. It was not a sea like the Memory Sea, formed from condensed memories, but a sea formed from "discarded definitions." Those definitions had been completely abandoned by the Source Definition System. No civilization needed them anymore, yet they still existed—in a state of "unneeded, but unable to disappear."

Primordial Source looked at that sea, and the 3.7 billion stars on his cloak began to flicker violently. "The obsessions of the Zero Era are afraid. They say this sea resembles where they once stayed. Not the Memory Sea, but the 'Sea of Oblivion.' Before Lin Ye rescued them, they drifted in places like this—unneeded, unremembered, undefined, yet unable to disappear."

Lin Ye said nothing. He merely looked at the Abandoned Sea in silence for a long time.

There were no waves, no ripples, no movement of any kind upon the sea. All the discarded definitions lay motionless, like countless frozen corpses. Yet they were not dead—every discarded definition trembled faintly, as though screaming soundlessly, longing to be needed, waiting for a chance to be "put back into use."

"Tuner." Harmonic Leaptone's voice was very soft. "They... are so pitiful."

Lin Ye nodded. He stepped forward to the edge of the Abandoned Sea and made the thirty million stars on his cloak shine at