The Memory Sea was too full. This was the truth revealed by the Weaver of Lies—memories from endless eras had piled up here, with no classification, no organization, no order whatsoever. Even without the Weaver of Lies, the Memory Sea would have collapsed. The Weaver of Lies had merely been the "accelerator"; the root of the problem was that the Memory Sea needed to be organized.
Lin Ye stood at the center of the Memory Sea, gazing at the boundless ocean condensed from countless memories. He remained silent for a long time. Then he asked, "Order's Dawn. How large is the Memory Sea?"
Order's Dawn's phantom formed beside him and calculated for a full three seconds—for her, that was an exceedingly long time. "It cannot be measured. It contains every memory from before the birth of the universe. The first memory of every existence, the first breath of every civilization, the first pulse of every dimension—they are all here."
"How much can it hold?"
"It has already held infinity." Uncertainty appeared in Order's Dawn's voice for the first time. "But it is not infinite. It is only an ocean. When infinite things pour into a finite container, one day, it will be full."
"What happens when it is full?"
"It collapses. All memories are released at once, contradicting and denying one another, until nothing exists anymore. Even the concept of 'having once existed' will be erased."
Lin Ye fell silent. He looked at the sea, at the countless flickering points of memory-light within it—each one was a civilization that had existed, a life that had lived, a story that had happened. They were all real. They all deserved to be remembered. But the Memory Sea could no longer hold them.
"Tuner." Primordial Origin stepped forward, his voice hoarse. "The Zero