Yet their "creation" gradually spiraled out of control.
They began manufacturing "Narrative Singularities" on a massive scale—dimensional devices capable of temporarily overwriting local reality and forcibly staging woven narratives. At first, it was entertainment; later, "artistic experimentation"; ultimately, it became a declaration of their mode of existence.
Their thoughts projected violent, dazzling "narrative fireworks" into the Thought Sea, endlessly bursting and expanding outward. Yet the debris from those "fireworks"—scattered conceptual fragments, logical contradictions, unfinished narrative entropy—severely polluted and eroded the stability of reality in surrounding dimensions.
An alarm came from Three Aspects:
"A 'Reality Fold' has appeared in the Mirrorheart Civilization's dimension. Its connection channel to the main universe is being 'blunted' from within by its own thought-field. The Pioneer Collective's 'Epic Theater' device has erupted out of control in the Phantom Star Belt, trapping three native civilizations in mutually contradictory narrative loops. The risk of cognitive collapse is extremely high."
Primordial Origin assessed, "A single thought can create a world, and a single thought can also forge shackles. What Mirrorheart seeks—'absolute self-sufficiency'—is in truth a lonely dead end for existence. The 'infinite narratives' pursued by the pioneers, if stripped of basic reverence for the existence of others, are merely nihilistic plunder beneath carnival revelry."
Lin Ye knew that direct intervention would have little effect on these two civilizations, which had deeply identified with their own paths—and whose paths were "self-consistent" under certain logic.
They were not nostalgic remnants of order, but "vanguards" born of a new age who had taken the wrong road.
To stop their deviation, he needed a "revelation" capable of touching the ultimate vision of their paths and provoking internal reflection, rather than external "discipline."
He closed his eyes within the Pavilion of Silent Observation, and his consciousness slowly sank.
Not deep into the Thought Sea,