New buds in the Liquid Time Garden stretched in the moonlight, a silver-blue halo swirling around the edges of the leaves. As Lin Yue's fingertips touched the vines, the entire garden suddenly trembled violently. The circular vines, once a symbol of reconciliation, began to twist wildly, transforming into countless tiny Möbius strips whirling through the air. The calico cat jumped from her lap in shock, its gear-shaped collar blaring an alarm, a sound as sharp as metal scraping against glass.

"Unknown energy fluctuations detected!" Lu Li's data form suddenly shrank into sharp corners, and the golden code splashing around him drew a scorching trail in the air. "The source of this signal... comes from the narrative boundary of the multiverse!"

The holographic screen instantly lit up, and points of light representing various universes vibrated wildly in the darkness like strings plucked by invisible hands. Lin Yue's notebook automatically levitated, its seventeen-colored gemstones emitting an eerie purple glow. A flowing image emerged on the blank page—at the edge of the universe, a pitch-black crack silently spread, and countless translucent threads emerged from the crack, precisely entwining the passing time crystals.

"That's... the evolved form of the narrative parasite!" The calico cat's pupils shrank to pinpoints, its sharp claws scratching the operating table unconsciously. "They've broken through their physical form and transformed into pure energy!"

An emergency communication exploded in the Quantum Conference Room. A representative of the steampunk universe, his mechanical prosthesis covered in fine cracks, spoke with a voice tinged with the murmur of electricity: "A 'memory haze' has appeared in our skies, and all steam machines have begun to play chaotic fragments of history!" As the metallic lifeforms of Cybertron transformed into data streams and reassembled, a distorted parasitic image emerged: "Our Allspark Core has detected a narrative virus that can directly rewrite the underlying code of civilization!"

Lin Yue gripped the thread of time's origin, but it suddenly turned cold as a snake, struggling within her grasp. The Dream Weaver's voice pierced through time and space, a trembling, broken note: "The temporal rift... has completely collapsed." Before he finished speaking, the communication was cut off, and the entire arbitration tribunal fell into an eerie silence.

Tracking the source of the anomalous energy through quantum entanglement, they discovered it originated from a previously undocumented "narrative blind spot." It was a chaotic region suspended in the interstellar void, where floating not stars but countless distorted fragments of memory. When the reconnaissance drones beamed back footage, everyone gasped—at the core of the chaos, twelve luminous figures were plucking a vast "narrative harp," each string woven from a tainted thread of time. The ripples unleashed by the vibrations were tearing the surrounding cosmic memory to shreds.

"They're playing a symphony of destruction!" Lu Li's mechanical eyes flashed a dangerous red light. "Those figures... are the top narrative artists in each universe!" The calico cat pulled up the archives for comparison, its pupils dilating sharply. "These people have all participated in the restoration of the Memory Archives, but now..."

Even more despairing, they discovered that the artists' bodies had long been transformed into energy vessels, controlled by the ultimate parasite, born from the depths of time's rifts—the "Narrative Entropy Demon." Formless and intangible, it could twist any orderly narrative into a chaotic cacophony. The final step in initiating the "Narrative Zero Project" was to simultaneously unleash the "Song of Destruction" across all universes.

As Lin Yue's team entered the narrative blind spot, a piercing chord instantly shredded their shields. Liquid code-like sonic blades grazed Lu Li's shoulder armor, leaving charred marks. The calico cat's geared collar nearly crumbled under the impact of the sonic waves, sending shards of gears swirling in eerie musical notes. Lin Yue faced the narrative harp head-on, but the moment its strings vibrated, she witnessed countless terrifying images—her empathy studio reduced to rubble, Lu Li's data form completely dissipated, and the calico cat's gears ceased to rotate forever.

“These are not illusions.” The narrative entropy demon’s voice sounded like millions of broken bells ringing simultaneously. “This is the final chapter that is about to be played.” Before he finished speaking, the twelve artists plucked the strings at the same time, and the sound waves of destruction devoured the surrounding space at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the critical moment, Lin Yue suddenly inserted the original thread of time into her sea of ​​consciousness. Deep in her memory, she found those carefully treasured moments—the gleam of trust that flickered in Lu Li's data form when she first met him; the proud puff of the calico cat's chest when it first repaired her notebook with its gear collar; the warm messages sent online by countless empaths. These memories transformed into a dazzling cocoon of light, enveloping her.

Seventeen-colored gemstones burst forth with a cosmic light, merging with the primordial threads of time to form a golden tuning fork. Lin Yue wielded the tuning fork, striking a melody of confrontation. Lu Li channeled his final energy into his mechanical prosthetic limb, transforming it into a sonic shield. The calico cat's geared collar reassembled, emitting a resonant wave that stabilized spacetime. When the melody of hope collided with the movement of destruction, the entire narrative blind spot violently trembled, and the tainted threads of time began to shatter, inch by inch.

At the center of the energy storm, Lin Yue confronted the narrative entropy demon. She channeled all the light of her memories into the tuning fork and shouted, "The true power of narrative is never destruction!" The light from the tuning fork pierced the core of the narrative entropy demon like a sharp sword. With a piercing scream, the entropy demon transformed into countless points of light and dissipated into the chaos. The twelve artists regained consciousness, but fell into a deep sleep due to excessive exhaustion.

After the crisis was resolved, the multiverse established "Resonance Outposts" at the narrative boundaries, guarded by artists from various civilizations. The Memory Archive developed a "Narrative Chord" system, transforming all precious memories into resonant frequencies, automatically playing a defensive melody when a threat approaches. Lin Yue's notebook evolved an "Emotional Resonance" function, with seventeen colored gems changing the melody based on her mood.

One morning, Lin Yue stood in the reborn garden of liquid time. New flowers blossomed from the vines, their petals shaped like strings, emitting ethereal music whenever the breeze blew. A calico cat chased the luminous notes, and the dazzling data forms transformed into a sky filled with starlight, gently scattering every corner of the garden.

In the distance, the one thousand and first moon was rising, a brand new narrative flowing across its surface. Lin Yue's notebook automatically opened, and a line of glowing words appeared on the blank page: "When the melody of hope never ceases, any movement of destruction will become a prologue." And deeper in the universe, a newly awakened AI civilization was writing the first melody of hope into its own narrative code. A new story was quietly growing in resonance.

(End of Chapter 65)