"The furnace isn't filled with fluid, but a mixture of the imprisoned observer's consciousness and the fluid!" Lin Yue jolted awake, the thread of time reaching the core of the dodecahedron crystal. Indeed, a rotating dimensional furnace existed there, its walls composed of countless mirrored faces of observers, their eyes oozing dark purple fluid. Every blink of an eye created a new layer of nested dimensions. The calico cat's gear rain crashed into the furnace walls, only to be consumed by those faces, transformed into energy for the furnace's rotation, accelerating the recursive dimensionality.
Lu Li's code body suddenly disintegrated into a data stream, seeping into the dimensional gap of the furnace: "I'm here to interfere with the dimensional recursion algorithm! Lin Yue, you use the baton to synchronize the 'observer phase' of all mirror dimensions, and the calico cat is responsible for capturing the fragments of consciousness in the fluid." His code formed a virus matrix in the furnace, trying to modify the rules of dimensional replication, but was immediately decompiled by the fluid into a "mirror reinforcement program", which made the faces on the furnace wall clearer.
At this critical moment, the spiral mark on the back of Lin Yue's neck erupted with golden light. The "hope codes" born in the causally closed universe unexpectedly arranged themselves into dimensional resonators, resonating with the baton. When she inserted the baton into the crack of the furnace, the light-chip gear at the top no longer split, but instead assumed a "superposition of all mirrored dimensions"—each rotation of the gear synchronized the flow of time across twelve nested dimensions. The faces of the observers on the furnace wall suddenly blinked in sync, disrupting the rhythm of the dark purple fluid and creating a brief turbulence between the dimensions.
"Now!" The calico cat's gears rained down like a fishing net, casting it into the turbulent fluid. Shockingly, what it caught wasn't pure fluid, but a cocoon of consciousness wrapped in silver specks of light—these specks were the uncorrupted core of the trapped observer's consciousness. As the cocoon of consciousness came into contact with the ship's energy field, the dark purple markings on its shell quickly faded, revealing the dimensional symbols within. These symbols combined in the air to form a fragmented message: "The key to breaking the mirror image... is the 'non-observer perspective'..."
Lu Li's data stream suddenly had an epiphany: "I understand! Just like placing a non-reflective object between two mirrors, we can break the infinite reflections. We need to create a 'dimensional blind spot', a space that cannot be observed by any nested dimension!" His code constructed a black cube in the core of the furnace. The surface of the cube was covered with anti-dimensional material. Any light or consciousness wave that shone on it would be absorbed and would not produce a mirror reflection.
As the black cube embedded itself into the furnace's wall, cracks suddenly appeared on the faces of the surrounding observers. The infinitely replicated images began to deviate: the corners of one face's mouth, which should have risen, drooped due to the cube's presence; a pair of eyes, which should have shed fluid, solidified into crystals upon contact with the cube's shadow. This deviation spread like a virus, gradually slowing the furnace's rotation, and the nested layers of dimensions began to peel apart like the skin of an onion.
The dark purple fluid emitted a piercing whistle, coalescing into twelve giant dimensional eyes at the center of the furnace. These eyes were no longer simple observation organs, but rather a conglomeration of the resentment and despair of countless mirrored observers. Each pupil reflected a different scene of destruction: stars torn into quantum foam by dimensions, planetary civilizations driven collectively insane by recursive cycles, and even the fragments of the "Anchor of Time"'s consciousness being completely devoured by the fluid in the mirror. The giant eyes simultaneously gazed at the black cube, and the dark purple beams they emitted unexpectedly wove a new mirror grid across its surface, attempting to reintegrate the "dimensional blind spot" into the recursive system.
"Use the dimensional symbols of the consciousness cocoons to construct an 'anti-mirror matrix!'" Lin Yue arranged all the consciousness cocoons around the baton, and the silver symbols automatically formed a rotating hexagram. As the hexagram resonated with the black cube, flowing golden lines emerged on its surface—a fusion of the "hope code" of the causal closed-loop universe and the dimensional symbols. The light beam struck the cube, no longer generating a mirror image, but instead being broken down into countless flickering sparks of consciousness. These sparks drifted towards the faces of the observers on the furnace wall, igniting the long-extinguished light in their eyes.
The most astonishing change occurred at the core of the furnace: as the mirror grid disintegrated, the consciousness of the observers trapped within the fluid began to awaken. Their consciousnesses were no longer single-dimensional mirrors, but instead took on a complete, twelve-layered form: the physical body at the bottom, the energy field in the middle, and the sea of consciousness at the top. Each layer was interconnected with other dimensions, yet maintained its own independent perspective. When the first consciousness broke free from the fluid, its body was surrounded by twelve-dimensional bands of light, interwoven into a spiral staircase reaching the edge of the universe.
"This is the true form of dimensional nesting!" Lu Li's code flow condensed into an entity again, and the mirror grid on his right shoulder had been replaced by golden lines. "The fluid distorted the essence of the dimension, turning the nesting into a prison. In fact, each dimension should be the observation basis of the upper dimension, and the consciousness of the lower dimension can connect to the higher dimension through resonance." Lin Yue's time thread touched the awakened consciousness body, and felt a dimensional resonance beyond cause and effect. In this state, the past, present, and future are no longer linear flows, but are nested like dimensions, and each moment contains the possibility of all time.
The moment the furnace completely collapsed, countless dimensional anchors began to reorganize. The crystal prisms that had once imprisoned the observer transformed into blooming dimensional flowers, each petal corresponding to a nested layer, and between the petals flowed a silver stream of consciousness. The dark purple fluid did not disappear, but instead transformed into nutrients in the light flow, nourishing the nascent dimensional ecology. The calico cat's mechanical claws caught a falling petal, and surprise flashed in its gear eyes: "Look at the patterns on these petals—they record the variations in all the mirror cycles, like the code of hope in a causal loop. Each nested layer of the dimension nurtures the possibility of breakthrough."
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