The river, watered by the "dew of hypotheses," suddenly took on a pearly sheen. Lin Yue scooped up a floating paper boat, and from its folds fell a half-diamond-shaped crystal—a "taste specimen" from an undefined star region, its surface frozen with the flavor of a first kiss from a certain planet. A black cat tapped the crystal with its paw, and everyone's tongues suddenly felt the bubbling sensation of lime soda. A scene from a first encounter in a mirror universe emerged before their eyes: Xia Zichen accepting a firefly from Lin Yue in the nursery, their fingertips touching, sending forth not starlight but lemon-yellow sparks of taste.

"Look! The Answer Tree has borne fruit." Ah Fu pointed his Oracle-inscribed sword at the expanding canopy. The first ripe question-mark fruit cracked open, and instead of flesh, it dropped a frosted "Possibility Key." The key handles were wrapped with ribbons of different colors, labeled with flavors like "Adventure," "Tenderness," "Reunion," and "First Snow." Lao Zhang inserted the "Reunion" key into the transit station's communication bubble, and his mirrored Lao Zhang's laughter echoed from the other end: "Our 'Regret Amber' is starting to produce fruit wine!"

The fleet of the Entropy Scythe Mirror Girl appeared at the end of the star track. Her prows draped banners woven from the vines of the World Tree, embroidered with the Gemini emblem of the nursery. As she stepped onto the crystalline ground, the scythe automatically disintegrated into twelve "choice dice," each inscribed with the endangered possibility of a different universe: "A Forbidden Smile," "An Unspoken Apology," "A Fading Spark of Ideals."

"'Rule weeds' have grown in the wreckage of the Administration." She handed the dice to Lin Yue. Each dice burst out with smoke of different colors when it touched the light beam. "The 'emotional calculation rules' of Universe No. 42 are strangling all 'illogical tears'. The children there have forgotten how to cry." Xia Zichen used the Star Pattern Sword to split the "Ideal Spark" dice. What jumped out was not flames, but singing stick figures. They held hands and sang the lullaby of the first generation of guardians. Wherever the singing went, the crystalline ground cracked and gushed out warm "empathy magma".

Suddenly, the sound of shattering glass echoed from the transit station's tavern. Arriving, they found a group of mechanical elves gathered around a steaming copper cauldron, boiling a stew brewed from "curiosity," "rebellion," and "daydreams." A menu, written in steam, hovered above the cauldron: "Unnamed Stew—The Taste Depends on Whether You Dare to Try It." A black cat leaped onto the stove to steal a spoonful, its pupils swirling in a flash. It burped, releasing a rainbow-colored sneeze, swirling fragments of a forbidden fairy tale from some universe.

Lin Yue tossed the "Emotional Calculation Law" dice into the soup pot, and countless tearful faces suddenly emerged from the boiling liquid—repressed emotions seeking an outlet. When the first "illogical tear" fell into the broth, the entire pot suddenly turned mint blue, and the steam condensed into comforting handkerchief elves, floating across the universe to wipe away the unshed tears of children who had forgotten to cry.

The vines of the Oracle Sword suddenly pierced through the ceiling, pulling down an "undefined meteor" that had crashed onto the transfer station's roof. When the meteor shattered, it revealed not ore but a glass bottle filled with "first times": the heartbeat of a first lie, the trembling of a first hand, the awe of a first gaze at the stars. Fuku poured the contents of the bottle into the "Possibility Glass," where the wine formed twelve gradient layers, each corresponding to an unnamed emotion.

"Try this." Xia Zichen handed Lin Yue a drink topped with "adventure foam." As soon as she took a sip, fragments of countless parallel universes flashed before her eyes: in one universe, they were pirates, in another, wandering poets, and in yet another, just strangers sitting on a park bench feeding pigeons. The memory of each identity carried a different flavor: the salty astringency of a pirate, the sweetness of a poet, the slight bitterness of a stranger, yet they all converged into a common warmth in the finale.

The Entropy Scythe girl suddenly pointed at the starry sky, where a cloud of "unclassified feelings" had appeared out of nowhere, condensing into the shape of an island at a visible speed. A web of "fuzzy longing" drifted at the island's edge, trapping countless "useless emotions" discarded by the mainstream universe: a fondness for old socks, a palpitation at the sight of a shooting star, an inexplicable nostalgia at the smell of rain.

"That's the 'Island of Emotional Relics'." A raven elf suddenly emerged from the chimney, with freshly baked bread crumbs on its wings. "The Administration once wanted to quantify emotions into data, but now these 'unclassifiable' fragments are forming their own universe." Xia Zichen threw the Star Pattern Sword towards the island. The vines on the hilt immediately entwined with the "vines of attachment" on the island, forming an emotional bridge spanning light years. On the bridge, fluorescent words flashed: "All your emotions have a place to go."

Lao Zhang's pocket watch began to display the time in twelve universes simultaneously, and new words appeared on the inside of the watch cover: "When you stop for a fallen leaf, the universe has weight." He held the pocket watch close to the "Nostalgia Cloud", and dewdrops with the scent of childhood rainy days seeped out of the cloud. The dewdrops fell into his palm and gathered into a miniature lake. The lake reflected the smiles of his mother in every universe - those smiles were once judged by the Administration as "inefficient emotional fluctuations."

The black cat had somehow gotten into the "Daydream Steamer" and when it came out, it was wrapped in a scarf made of "impossible wishes": "Meow~ This thing is much warmer than the Scythe of Entropy." It flicked its tail, and the end of the scarf swept across Universe 42 where the "rule weeds" were rampant. The high walls built of "rationality" actually had cracks with flowers growing on them, and the children inside the walls were catching the "question dandelions" blown by Lin Yue through the cracks.

The Answer Tree had grown so tall that it obscured the sun, its canopy covered with "?" written in different languages, each question mark waiting to be plucked and savored. Xia Zichen plucked a fruit labeled "Who Are We?" and the moment he bit into it, the memories of countless universes exploded within him—he was at once the guardian of the nursery, an explorer of undefined star regions, and a living vessel woven from all possibilities.

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