Harmonic Leaping Note went pale. She remembered her experience in the Sea of Forgetting-that terror of Who am I, really? had begun with My memories might be false.
"This is the source of the contamination." Lin Ye pointed toward the region in the deepest part of the Memory Sea that was changing color. "There. Memories are turning into lies."
Lin Ye led the expedition deeper into the Memory Sea.
The deeper they went, the more complex the colors of the surrounding water became. In the shallows, memories had a single color-the memories of one civilization, the history of one existence. In the depths, every drop contained memory fragments from countless civilizations, interweaving, overlapping, contradicting one another.
Harmonic Leaping Note's Thirty-Threefold Harmonics began to unravel. It was not an attack, but information overload-each layer of harmonics was receiving hundreds of contradictory memory signals at once. "Tuner... I can't tell them apart anymore... Some of these memories say the sun rises in the east, others say it rises in the west, and others say there is no sun at all... They're all true, but they exist at the same time..."
Radiant Stilllight raised the Spear of Definition, trying to impose order on these memories. But whenever he defined one memory as "true," another equally true memory emerged to refute it. "My definitions are fighting each other... These memories refuse to be defined by a single rule..."
Myriad Faces and Forms began to split apart, taking hundreds of different forms at once-each a true form from a particular memory. But those forms contradicted one another. Some demanded solidity, others fluidity, and others complete dissolution. "I... don't know what to become anymore..." For the first time, pain entered Myriad Faces and Forms' voice. "They all say they're real..."
The thirty-seven billion stars on Primordial