"The hairless guy said what he saw was a laurel crown woven from thorns. I guess it was something like the one Old Man God wears, meow?"
Dream of a Thousand Cats answered Deathstroke's question, raising its two little paws with their sharp claws extended to demonstrate the feeling of something "thorny."
Aside from being a symbol of Old Man God, the Crown of Thorns was simply an instrument of torture. It often appeared in the relief carvings on sixteenth-century Iron Maidens, perhaps reflecting a twisted human sense of humor.
"Sure enough, CAAT looks different in everyone's eyes. Even to the same person, its manifestation changes depending on the time and space in which it appears."
Su Ming nodded. He had also confirmed something else: the manifestation CAAT presented to other living beings was not shaped by their subjective perceptions.
Put simply, take Lucifer as an example. In human eyes, he would appear with the physical traits that person liked most, which was why he always seemed especially beautiful.
Some liked blond hair, some liked flat chests. Everyone's tastes differed, but because they were looking at Lucifer, what they subjectively perceived was whatever they themselves were obsessed with.
CAAT was different. Though it also took on different forms in different people's eyes, it seemed more like it decided for itself, perhaps randomly displaying one form from among countless possibilities.
Even if several people saw it at the same time, each would see a different crown. The only thing they had in common was this—it looked like a "crown."
What distinguished a crown from an ordinary hat? Perhaps the answer to that question would be valuable.
"More importantly, I suddenly remembered why I came here, meow!" After chatting and inhaling some catnip, Dream of a Thousand Cats recalled its purpose. "Multiverse