Moonlight still streamed through the liquid garden of time, but the newly blossomed lyre flowers suddenly turned their heads toward the sky. The seventeen-color notebook in Lin Yue's hand burned intensely, fine cracks appearing on the gemstone surface, and ink ripples began to seep through the blank pages. The calico cat's gear collar buzzed, and the suspended gears unexpectedly spun in reverse, creating a fragmented countdown in the void.

"Alert! The Narrative Chord System has detected unknown harmonic interference!" Lu Li's star-shaped form suddenly shrank, transforming into a trembling lightsaber. "The source of the frequency... is coming from within the Resonance Outpost!"

A holographic projection exploded in mid-air, distorting the surveillance feeds of twelve universes simultaneously. The memory haze of the steampunk universe returned, this time condensing into the shadowy form of a giant harp. A strange musical score emerged from the Allspark core of Cybertron, compiling the code of civilization into a melody of death. Most chilling of all was the live feed from the Resonance Outpost—artists, supposedly guarding the border, collectively faced the depths of chaos, their instruments emitting the same dark purple energy as the narrative entropy demon.

"They're infected!" The calico cat dug its claws deep into the console, sparks flying from the gear collar. "Those artists who fell asleep during the battle... weren't completely purified at all!"

Lin Yue felt a burning pain as her fingertips touched the notebook. Black threads oozed from the cracks in the seventeen-colored gemstone, attempting to entangle her own time-origin thread. The Dream Weaver's voice once again pierced through time and space, this time with a maniacal laugh: "The Entropy Demon has never dissipated; it simply hid in the aftermath of the narrative!" Before he finished speaking, the walls of the entire Quantum Conference Room began to peel away, revealing a dense web of parasitic threads beneath.

As the emergency jump channel opened, a piercing chord ripped apart the spatial stabilizer. Lin Yue's original time threads instinctively wrapped around the calico cat and Lu Li, twisting into a spiraling protective shield under the impact of the sonic wave. As they landed on the resonance outpost, the sight before them was breathtaking—twelve artists hovered above a giant harp, dark purple veins gleaming beneath their skin. The energy flowing from their fingertips resonated with the harp's strings, weaving the entire area's spacetime into an ever-tightening cage.

"These parasites have evolved the ability to assimilate!" Lu Li used his lightsaber to cut off the entangled sonic blades, but the blade showed signs of corrosion the moment it came into contact with the dark purple energy. "They can transform artistic creations into new media of infection!"

The calico cat's gear collar suddenly emitted a sharp, long whine, and all the gears reconfigured into radar mode, locking onto the abnormal fluctuations deep within the outpost. There, an altar constructed from memory fragments was taking shape. Half a prism hovered in its center, and flowing across its surface was the light of memory that Lin Yue had infused during her battle against the entropy demon.

"Not good!" Lin Yue's original time thread trembled wildly. "They are trying to reverse analyze those memories of hope and transform the warmest parts into the most deadly toxins!"

The parasitic artists' performances suddenly accelerated, and the space-time cage began to collapse. Lin Yue's shield hummed under the strain, transparent cracks appeared in Lu Li's data form, and most of the calico cat's gears collapsed. In the nick of time, Lin Yue suddenly tore a strand of the original time thread. The thread transformed into a golden tuning fork in mid-air, but dimmed the moment it came into contact with the dark purple energy.

"Normal attacks are useless!" The calico cat's pupils reflected the approaching ripples of destruction. "We must find their core weakness!"

Lin Yue's gaze suddenly locked onto the prism on the altar. Though tainted, the light of memories still flickered tenaciously. She suddenly pressed the seventeen-color notebook to her chest, feeling the darkness surging from the gem's cracks collide violently with the power of memory within her body. When the pain reached its peak, she finally saw the truth—the parasite's fatal flaw was its fear of pure emotion.

"Lu Li! Use your data torrent to create an emotional interference wave! Calico cat, activate the gear collar's memory resonance mode!" Lin Yue completely merged the original time thread with the notebook gem. "I will play... the true melody of the heart!"

The golden tuning fork blazed again, and Lu Li's data transformed into a tide of light, pouring into the strings of the parasitic harp. Each stream of data carried with it all the trust and protection he had harbored since meeting Lin Yue. The calico cat's gears blazed with a rainbow of light, coalescing the remaining fragments of hope and memory within the outpost into a resonant matrix. Lin Yue closed her eyes, letting the warmth of her memories surge through her consciousness like a tide—her mother's dying smile, the empaths' blessings from across the universe, and every moment she had fought alongside her companions.

As the melody of the true heart began to play, the parasitic threads began to tremble violently. The tainted light of memory unexpectedly broke free from the prism, transforming into a myriad of golden notes. Every vibration of Lin Yue's tuning fork tore a crack in the cage of time and space. The parasitic artists' performance gradually became out of tune, and the dark purple energy began to show signs of collapse.

At the climax of the movement, Lin Yue channeled all his strength into the tuning fork. A golden glow, like a flock of butterflies emerging from their cocoons, swooped down upon the parasitic core deep within the chaos. With a shrill, transcendental scream, the massive harp collapsed, its parasitic threads shattering. The twelve artists plummeted to the ground, the dark purple veins beneath their skin completely dissipating, replaced by a faint glow of life.

The moment the crisis was over, the cracks in the gemstone of the Seventeen-Color Notebook miraculously healed, revealing a new ring of flowing golden lines. From the ruins of the Resonance Outpost, a new sprout broke through the soil, its leaves taking the shape of a music box. Gently spinning, it produced a melody more moving than any defensive movement.

Lin Yue gazed at the rekindled cosmic map, noticing that each point of light was spontaneously pulsing with a distinct rhythm. These rhythms resonated with one another, gradually weaving together a new narrative prelude. The calico cat pieced together a crown from the remaining gears and placed it in her hair; Lu Li's data form transformed into a warm cloak, gently wrapping around her trembling shoulders.

In the distance, the one thousand and second moon was rising, its surface swirling with possibilities yet to be written. Lin Yue's notebook automatically flipped open, and a line of luminous words appeared on the blank page: "The melody of destruction may be repeated, but hope lies in the distant future." The one thousand and second moon was slowly rising, like a bright pearl, emitting a faint light. Its surface seemed to swirl with possibilities yet to be written, inspiring yearning and anticipation.

At the same moment, Lin Yue's notebook, as if driven by some mysterious force, automatically flipped open. A line of luminous words suddenly appeared on the blank page: "The movement of destruction may be repeated, but the melody of hope will always be reborn from the ruins." These words, like a shooting star in the night sky, fleeting and dazzling, were deeply imprinted in Lin Yue's mind.

And deeper in the universe, a civilization, fresh from a devastating war, basks in the joy of victory. In a unique way, they have engraved the melody of this victory into the narrative genes of their race. This is not merely a commemoration of the past, but also an expectation for the future. A new sense of protection and resonance is quietly growing within this civilization. "Melody will always be reborn from the ruins." And deeper in the universe, a civilization, fresh from war, is inscribing the melody of this victory into the narrative genes of their race. This new sense of protection and resonance continues to grow.