The lingering sound of the wind chimes hadn't yet faded when the "Possibility Compass" on Lin Yue's waist suddenly vibrated violently. The bronze needle broke free from the shackles of the dial and pointed to the "taste blind spot" outside the spectrum. The black cat's tail exploded into a dandelion shape: "Meow! It's the afterbirth of the 'Undefined Quadrant' peeling off—a new emotional galaxy is being born there."

Xia Zichen's Star-Embroidered Sword unsheathed itself, its spine reflecting a flowing star map: twelve nebulae composed of "unnamed emotions" condensed, the brightest of which shrouded itself in a blend of "the melancholy of unrequited reunion" and "the addictive sweetness of loneliness." Ah Fu's Oracle-Inscribed Sword's vines suddenly wrapped around Lin Yue's wrist, resonating with the First Guardian's last words: "When taste buds begin to chart the stars, the umbilical cord of the universe is truly severed."

The Entropy Scythe girl tossed twelve dice into a blind spot. The dice instantly transformed into twelve gustatory lighthouses, each atop a rotating beacon of emotion: "Misunderstood Tenderness" shimmered orange-red in the mist, "Belated Apology" glowed with icy blue remorse, and "Unopened Expectations" resembled a moon-white balloon coated in icing sugar. Old Zhang's pocket watch oozed amber liquid, forming a fluorescent trail on the ground pointing toward the lighthouses.

"Be careful of the 'logical vortex'." The raven elf threw down twelve "curiosity helmets" from the chimney, with the feathers stained with freshly baked "question bread" crumbs. "Those lighthouses were once judged by the management bureau to be 'invalid radiation sources'. Now each light spot contains a trapped 'why'." When Lin Yue put on the helmet, he heard inaudible sobs coming from the inside of the helmet - that was the suppressed innocence crying for help.

The first lighthouse, "Unsent Love Letters," suddenly erupted in pink smoke, revealing countless floating letters, each signed "To the Unknown You." Xia Zichen reached out to touch them, and they instantly transformed into a flock of butterflies, their wings imprinted with confession scenes from different universes: words left unsaid under a cherry blossom tree, a half-held umbrella held out in a rainstorm, a note hidden under a pillow before death. The butterflies swarmed towards the "Melancholy Nebula," and cracks appeared on its surface, revealing starlight with the scent of paper and ink.

A black cat suddenly leaped into the beacon of "The Sweetness of Loneliness Addiction," licking the icing-like loneliness congealed on the wall. Countless afternoons spent sitting alone on the windowsill, watching the clouds, flashed in its pupils. It snapped its fingers, and the icing peeled off, revealing a secret file from the Administration carved into the wall: "Number Number Emotion: Recommended Clearance, as it may cause individuals to refuse to integrate into the collective efficiency system." Ah Fu's Oracle Sword struck the secret file, and the fragments transformed into dissenting fireflies, illuminating the "Exclusive Moonlight Can" hidden within the wall.

When Lin Yue fed her "question bread" to the "Logic Vortex," the center of the vortex spat out the shattered fragments of "why." She used "empathy magma" to glue these fragments together, forming not a question mark but a winged exclamation point—the light that sparkled in the eyes of a child in a certain universe when they first dared to ask, "Why don't the stars fall?" The exclamation point flapped its wings and flew toward the lighthouses. Wherever it touched, colorful "irrational thoughts" emerged from the cracks in the flowery "walls of rationality."

The Entropy Scythe girl suddenly pointed to the center of the "Undefined Quadrant." There, a spindle woven from vague desires emerged, spinning the useless emotions of various universes into silver thread. When enough silver thread had been woven to create the first "Emotional Star Clothes," the spindle split open, revealing the "gustatory singularity" wrapped in a fetal membrane—the embryonic source of all unnamed emotions. Xia Zichen used the Star-Patterned Sword to cut through the fetal membrane. What emerged wasn't light, but a sense of uncertainty tinged with body temperature, as soft and warm as freshly baked bread.

Lao Zhang's pocket watch now showed the zero scale, and the newly grown words on the inside of the watch cover were melting and reorganizing: "When you allow 'not knowing' to exist, the universe truly begins to grow." He held the pocket watch close to "uncertainty", and twelve flowing rainbows immediately appeared on the dial - that was the colorful ripples in the air when the children of the twelve universes said "I haven't thought about it yet" for the first time at the same time.

Lin Yue's pocket of wind suddenly bulged, pouring out not seeds but a handful of "possible cavities"—each one embedded with a universe's repressed "imperfect desire": the urge to draw a starry sky in math class, the rebelliousness of deliberately wearing socks inside out, the greed of wishing at a shooting star. She planted the cavities in the crystallized ground, and instantly sprouted vines laden with "imperfect candies." Biting them open, they released not syrup but the bitter taste of reality.

The black cat tucked its "emotional starcloth" into its tail, leaped onto the singularity of "uncertainty," and unfolded it like a cloak. The silver-woven fabric swept across the lighthouses, transforming "misunderstood tenderness" into warm, healing yellow spots of light. "Belated apologies" condensed into minty lozenges of forgiveness, and "unopened expectations" expanded into floating clouds, carrying lost emotions toward a universe in need.

The Answer Tree had already sunk its roots into the "Undefined Quadrant," and the Question Mark Fruit in its crown began to bear twins—one inscribed with "How to Love," the other with "How to Leave." When Xia Zichen plucked the twin fruits, he discovered they fit together like a puzzle. The moment he bit into them, the tartness of green apple and the sweetness of honey mingled on his tongue. Countless scenes of encounters and farewells flashed before his eyes: their first encounter amid falling cherry blossoms, their farewell in a rainstorm, their last glance across light-years.

"Look!" the Entropy Scythe girl pointed at the starry sky. The "taste blind spot" was receding, revealing an "emotional continent" formed from the accumulation of "unclassified feelings." Along the continent's edge stood boundary markers inscribed with various emotions: "Allow occasional vulnerability," "Accept regrets," and "Embrace unknown possibilities." Ah Fu's oracle sword carved the first line of taste text in the center of the continent: "All flavors are worth savoring."

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