As the spaceship broke through the fissure at the edge of the causal closed-loop universe, ripples suddenly appeared on the porthole glass, like water ripples. The spiral mark on the back of Lin Yue's neck suddenly felt hot. Those golden lines, newly born in the causal singularity, wriggled like a living thing, weaving complex dimensional coordinates beneath her skin. The "Nested Dimension Universe" numbered 505 appeared on the star map as a nested structure like Russian dolls. On the surface of each doll floated the mirrored images of countless observers. They reached out to touch each other, but their fingertips disintegrated into tiny particles of light the moment they touched.
"Warning! Strong dimensional gravitational field detected." Blue arcs of electricity suddenly burst out from the calico cat's mechanical claws, and the remains of the gear collar projected a distorted force field pattern onto the console. "Each spatial dimension here is a mirror image of the previous one. Observing it will trigger 'dimensional recursion,' just like placing a candle between two mirrors, which will create an infinitely extending reflection!"
Lu Li's code body was undergoing even stranger changes: his left shoulder was embracing the Möbius pattern of a causally closed universe, while his right shoulder was sprouting a mirrored grid of nested dimensions. The two rules of spacetime clashed within him, causing the code stream to intermittently collapse into a translucent quantum state. When he spoke, his voice echoed from different dimensions: "Look out the porthole—those floating geometric shapes aren't stars, they're 'dimensional anchors,' each of which seals an observing civilization trapped in a mirrored loop."
Lin Yue followed his direction and saw countless crystal prisms suspended in the void, their surfaces engraved with rotating dimensional symbols. One of the prisms suddenly exploded, and the fragments reorganized in mid-air into a twelve-tiered pyramid. Each layer reflected a different movement of the same alien creatures—the bottom layer building the pyramid, the middle layer dismantling it, and the top layer throwing the dismantled stones back to the bottom, forming an eternal cycle of construction and dismantling. As the debris splashed onto the hull of the spacecraft, Lin Yue saw his own reflection in the porthole split into countless pieces, each repeating a different movement, yet sharing the same pair of terrified eyes.
"The core of dimensional nesting is the 'Observer Paradox.'" Lu Li pressed his code hand against the porthole, and a dimensional equation emerged where his fingertips touched. "When an observer attempts to define their own dimension, their consciousness is recursively copied to all nested dimensions, just like infinitely substituting themselves into a mathematical formula. The memory fragments left behind by the original observer, the 'Time Anchor', show that the dark purple fluid utilizes this recursive nature to transform the dimensional anchor point into a 'mirror prison.'"
Before he could finish his words, the spaceship was suddenly pulled by an invisible force towards the nearest dimensional anchor point. It was a dodecahedron crystal, each facet reflecting a different cosmic scene: one side depicted the splendor of a star's birth, while the other showed the same star's collapse in another dimension. On one side, the bonfires of a primitive civilization emerged, while the adjacent side showed that civilization's mechanical ascension in a higher dimension, while the mirrored side opposite it showed the civilization regressing to a single-cell state. The calico cat's rain of gears crashed into the crystal surface, but upon contact, it split into countless mirrored gears, each repeating the collision in a different dimension, forming an infinite mechanical ballet.
"We must find the 'Dimensional Original'!" Lin Yue's thread of time penetrated the crystal's cracks, and her consciousness was instantly drawn into a dimensional vortex. She saw countless versions of herself traveling through different dimensions: one version was a primitive tribal shaman, playing dimensional frequencies on a bone flute; another was a futuristic engineer, capturing dimensional ripples in a quantum collider; and yet another version was just an ordinary rock, endowed with consciousness by an observer in a higher dimension. These mirrored consciousnesses tangled together, making it difficult for her to distinguish which was her "real" self.
Lu Li's code stream suddenly poured into her sea of consciousness, transforming into a pair of dimensional scissors: "Don't be fooled by the mirror image! Each nested dimension has an 'original observation point', just like the innermost layer of a Russian nesting doll. Look at those dark purple fluid lines - they are stitching the gaps between dimensions, trapping all observers in a recursive loop." Lin Yue looked along the code light stream, and sure enough, she saw the dark purple fluid entwined in the dimensional gaps like spider silk. Each silk thread was strung with the mirror image souls of countless observers, who repeated the set actions like puppets.
The calico cat's mechanical claws suddenly unfolded into a dimensional scanner, and silver-blue frequency light burst out between the gears: "Abnormal dimensional fluctuations have been detected! In the core of the dodecahedron crystal, something is creating and destroying dimensions at the same time." The spacecraft's engine suddenly lost control, and the energy output jumped back and forth between different dimensions. At this moment, the plasma ejected by the engine was a blue flame in three-dimensional space, but condensed into a crystal rose in four-dimensional space, and was decomposing into a stream of elementary particles in five-dimensional space. These different forms of energy affected each other through dimensional cracks, causing the engine power to fall into chaotic oscillations.
Lin Yue raised the Star Track Baton, only to discover that the light-dust gear at its tip was splitting into even more mirrored gears. When she attempted to mobilize the "acausal frequency" of the causal closed-loop universe, the frequency, as soon as it left the baton, was recursively replicated across the dimension, transforming into countless mirror images of this "acausal frequency." Each mirror image executed opposing commands in a different dimension, paralyzing the baton with conflicting commands. "No! The rule here is 'observe and replicate.' Any foreign frequency will be infinitely mirrored!" She felt the spiral mark on the back of her neck resonate with the dimensional anchor, and another memory left by the "Anchor of Time" emerged before her eyes.
In a memory, the original observer, the "Anchor of Time," is analyzing the structure of a universe of nested dimensions. His consciousness splits into twelve dimensional bands, each exploring a different layer of the nesting. When these bands touch the "Dimensional Furnace" at the core of the universe, the furnace erupts not with energy but with the mirrored consciousnesses of countless observers—companies of the "Anchor of Time," captured by the fluid as they explore the dimensions, trapped in a mirrored loop and becoming the fuel that sustains the dimensional nesting. A dark purple fluid surges at the furnace's base, each wave spawning new dimensional mirrors, trapping more observers in a recursive trap.
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