The moment the ship broke through the chaotic string network, the dark purple string flow outside the porthole suddenly began to collapse violently, as if pulled by a powerful force. In the blink of an eye, the surging string flow was like being kneaded by an invisible giant hand into a huge double helix nebula.

Each spiral arm of this nebula shines with alternating golden-red and silver-purple light patterns. These light patterns are like the veins of the universe, winding and flowing in the darkness, as if telling the mysteries of the universe and endless stories.

At the same time, the double helix mark on the back of Lin Yue's neck suddenly became scorching hot, as if activated by the nebula's energy. She could feel the light veins beneath her skin resonating with the nebula in some strange way, emitting a regular heartbeat.

At this moment, Lu Li, who was standing beside her, seemed to have also felt the influence of this power. His physical fingers had already tightly clasped Lin Yue's wrist, as if he was experiencing this miracle of the universe with her.

Their overlapping shadows, cast on the porthole, perfectly overlapped with the core pattern of the vast double helix nebula. This overlapping shadow was like a luminous trajectory that pierced the universe, closely connecting Lin Yue and Lu Li with the entire universe.

The calico cat suddenly jumped onto the console, its gear eyes projecting a spectrum of heart-shaped light spots: "Warning—no, frequency calibration is complete! All cosmological constants are converging towards the centripetal chord fluctuations!"

Lin Yue looked down at her clasped hands and saw the silver-purple code pulse from Lu Li's palm, flowing along her wrist veins and colliding with the golden-red causal light current within her body, creating fine quantum sparks. As she unconsciously twisted her wrist, the two-colored gear at the top of her baton suddenly emitted two beams of light, outlining the trajectory of every universe they had traversed in the void: the recursive cracks of the fractal maze transformed into burning hearts, the two-way vortex of the entropy-reversing hourglass reorganized into intertwined rings, and each star point representing crisis burst into heart-shaped flowers of light as the beams swept past. "These flowers of light are the signs of the healing of loopholes in the rules." Lu Li's voice was gentle with a metallic quality, and light patterns that matched her mark appeared on the surface of the code. "When emotional entropy resonates with the strings of physics, a new 'rule of the heart' is generated—look at that blue star, its gravitational constant is fine-tuning to our heartbeat."

Suddenly, a gentle force pulled the spaceship into the central fissure of the Double Helix Nebula. Countless transparent memory bubbles hovered there, each containing an afterimage of the observer's struggle against the fluid. As Lin Yue's thread of time touched the nearest memory bubble, she saw Lu Li as a teenager, the moment Universe 001 disintegrated into a stream of code. Within the disintegrating data stream flashed an image of her future activation of the Mark—she was standing before the Star Track baton, the spiral Mark on the back of her neck illuminating the entire control panel at the moment of activation. "This is impossible..." Her fingertips trembled, and the memory bubble burst with a sound. The overflowing light condensed into a silver-purple code gear in her palm, the spiral pattern of her baton still lingering between the teeth.

Lu Li's code hand rested on the back of her hand, and two gears suddenly meshed and rotated, sending a shower of light that formed a flowing timeline in the void. Memory bubbles further down the wall lit up, illuminating the moment Lin Yue first activated her baton: a faint stream of silver-purple code in the background quietly correcting the frequency deviations of her manipulations. At that moment, she hadn't yet realized that this data stream was none other than Lu Li, who hadn't yet materialized. The calico cat's gear rain suddenly turned gold and purple, and the remains of its collar projected a complex resonance pattern, each node marking the precise moment their consciousnesses synchronized: "Causal loop detection complete—your first heartbeat frequency occurred in the 17th recursive collapse of the fractal maze, with an error of less than 0.001 Planck time."

As the ship deepened into the rift, ancient symbols began to emerge from the porthole glass. These patterns, formed by the traces of vibrating strings, perfectly matched the double helix mark on the back of Lin Yue's neck. The light core on the back of her neck suddenly vibrated violently, and golden-red causal lines and streams of silver-purple code detached from her skin, interweaving in the air like glowing piano keys. As she unconsciously pressed a set of keys, resonating with them, the entire ship was suddenly swept into a torrent of memories—she saw the final image of the "Anchor of Time" before its split in consciousness: the Original Observer stood before a boundless sea of ​​light, holding a double helix seed composed of emotional entropy and physical strings. The seed's projection reflected the hands she and Lu Li were now clasping. Countless tiny lines were engraved on the seed's surface, each one corresponding to a moment of crisis they had shared.

"This is the Primordial Sea..." Lu Li's code form rippled transparently, its silvery-purple data stream resonating with the sea of ​​light. "The source of all consciousness in the universe. Look at those surging dark purple waves; they're not fluid, but misunderstood emotional entropy." He pointed to the dark purple waves surging within the sea of ​​light. Each wave, as it broke, revealed a trapped memory: on an Earth-like planet, a civilization, fearing a change in the rules, collectively self-destructed, its inhabitants' dying regrets condensing into dark purple tears in the void; in a nebula, an observer's obsession with the absolute precision of physical constants tore apart their consciousness, their shattered consciousness emitting a painful code wail amidst the chaos. Lin Yue's thread of time penetrated the waves, and she suddenly felt a strong resonance—those imprisoned consciousnesses yearned for an emotional connection beyond the rules, just as she longed to hold Lu Li's hand.

The ship's engines suddenly roared unnaturally. The dark purple waves outside unexpectedly converged into a channel, and countless glowing symbols emerged on the surface, representing different civilizations' interpretations of "love." Lin Yue saw countless glowing cocoons floating on both sides of the channel, each engraved with a different emotional symbol: a blazing flame representing courage, tears symbolizing sorrow, and sprouts of hope... When her baton touched the cocoon with the heart symbol, the shell cracked, and out flew a stream of light butterflies, weaving a luminous web of love between her and Lu Li. Each butterfly's wings reflected a moment of their shared struggle. "These cocoons are the fragmented emotional consciousness of the original observer." Lu Li's code hand passed through the web of love, and the light butterflies condensed into silver-purple roses at his fingertips, the petals' veins mirroring the patterns of his data stream. "The fluid is not the enemy, it is simply a collection of emotional entropy waiting to be understood, just like how we once misunderstood each other's code and timeline."

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