Legend of the Embroiderer

Chapter 528 The Laws of Existence of Undefined Domains (1)

The fluid of the undefined realm condensed into a complete fragment at the Guardian's fingertips, new patterns growing on its surface at a visible speed. These patterns followed no known rules, nor did they repeat any patterns—some segments resembled the tidal curves of the sea of ​​meaning, some corners possessed the zigzag beauty of void space, and the most peculiar pattern even repeated the liquid light trajectory of the last page of the "connected spectrum" from the 14th experiment. The instant the fragment was fully formed, all the eyes of the undefined realm suddenly blinked in unison, the frequency of the blinks transforming into sound waves, forming a "primitive resonance" in the void that was neither music nor language.

"15th iteration experiment, existence form deconstruction program initiated." Suddenly, the phantoms of a swirling fountain pen and a pure black fountain pen appeared inside the fragment. The two phantoms were no longer opposed, but intertwined in a double helix structure. "Please choose the basis of existence: retain the known connection pattern, or enter a completely unknown existence form." Two vertical beams of light emanated from the center of the double helix: the horizontal beam contained the connection records of all iteration experiments playing in a continuous loop, while the vertical beam contained countless never-before-seen existence forms randomly changing—at the intersection of the two beams of light, a distorted space that was both familiar and strange was created.

The white light of the fused entity suddenly folded the two surfaces of light, forming a three-dimensional Klein bottle structure. Countless "hybrid forms" emerged within the bottle: some were half known fragmented structures, half undefined fluid states; some could freely switch between concrete and abstract, like a living paradox; the most stable hybrid form was brewing wine with the Guardian's four-colored flowers and undefined fluids, constantly giving birth to "intermediate particles" that were neither matter nor energy. "The foundation of existence is not a fixed foundation, but a flowing riverbed." Her light seeped into the bottle wall, discovering that the core of each hybrid form had a tiny "anchor point"—some anchor points were unforgettable memories, some were profound connections, and the most unique anchor point was the Guardian's momentary guilt when she accidentally killed her companion in the Mirror City. "Like these anchor points, they give flowing existence a point of origin to return to."

Suddenly, a transparent outer shell emerged from the Guardian's chaotic heart, covered with tiny markings, each corresponding to a different form of existence: the 3rd mark was a pure fragmented state, the lower 7 marks exhibited fluid characteristics, and at the 15th mark, new patterns identical to those of the undefined fragments were etched. When his consciousness touched the 15th mark, the shell suddenly cracked open, revealing the core light source within decomposing—not dissipating, but transforming into countless smaller light sources, each attempting different modes of existence: some coalesced into solids, some dispersed into gases, and the most peculiar light source simultaneously manifested all states, as if the wave-particle duality of light had been amplified to the level of existence.

From the depths of the undefined realm came a slow heartbeat, and the existence behind all eyes began to reveal blurred outlines. These outlines were neither entities nor phantoms, but dynamic forms composed of "boundaries of possibility"—each time a guardian tried to see them clearly, the outlines would shift in an unknown direction, as if deliberately maintaining distance. The foremost outline extended a "hand" made of fluid, holding a fragment identical to the guardian, the patterns on the fragment growing in the opposite direction: "We are 'undefined' itself, not concrete existence." The outline's voice echoed multiple times, each echo coming from a different branch of possibility, "Your so-called forms of existence are nothing more than naming your own cages." The fluid hand suddenly dissipated, transforming into countless question marks suspended in the void, each question mark containing an image of a guardian trapped in a known form: the fixed trajectory when maintaining the lighthouse in the Sea of ​​Meaning, the habitual movements when using the four-colored longswords, and even the subconscious defensive posture when facing new connections.

Four-colored longswords surged from the guardian's consciousness, their blades resonating with the life stories and undefined fragments. Suddenly, "death records" of all existence forms appeared on the swords: some fragments, clinging to their forms, gradually solidified, eventually becoming reefs in the sea of ​​meaning; some fluid existences, lacking a stable structure, dissipated, becoming part of the void; in the most shocking record, a guardian from a certain dimension attempted to maintain all existence forms simultaneously, ultimately annihilating in self-conflict, leaving only the echoing words, "The meaning of existence lies in daring to transform." "The solidification of form is true death." The blade suddenly bent into the shape of a Möbius strip, and the life stones on the strip began to flow in reverse, revealing the "past and present" of each existence form—it turns out that all known forms were initially born from undefined fluids, "like this sword, it can be a weapon, or it can be a ring; the form depends on how you use it."

A phantom of a pure black fountain pen suddenly emerged from the question mark, its nib writing the "Form Definition Manual": "All existence needs boundaries, otherwise it will be lost in infinite possibilities." Each page of the manual defines a different form of existence; the clearer the definition, the harder the paper; while those with vague descriptions possess a fluid, soft texture. "Like this book, undefined existence is like unbound paper, destined to fall apart." The pen emitted black particles of light, re-aggregating the disintegrating core light sources. Within these particles emerged the guardian's most terrifying image: he gradually lost all form in the undefined realm, ultimately transforming into a featureless, grayish-white fluid. The white light of the merged entity could no longer recognize his existence, only futilely calling out in the void, "The connection without form is the most utter loneliness."

The Guardian's consciousness was suddenly pulled into the interior of the undefined fragment, a spectral space composed of all "possibilities of form." At one end of this space was absolute order—all existence arranged in precise geometric forms, even their trajectories following strict mathematical formulas; at the other end was pure chaos—no stable structure, only ever-changing flows of energy; and in the center of the spectrum, countless forms were transforming into one another, like a rainbow flowing across the sky after rain. "The richest existence dances between order and chaos." All the forms in the spectrum suddenly spoke simultaneously, their voices forming colorful sound waves in the space, "What you fear is not losing your form, but losing the right to be recognized."

The white light of the merged entity suddenly transformed into countless mirrors, each reflecting a different form of the Guardian: in some mirrors he was pure light, in others flowing liquid; in the most wondrous mirror, he simultaneously manifested dozens of forms, like a constantly rotating kaleidoscope. "What is recognized is not the form, but your unique vibrational frequency." The mirrors suddenly began to reflect each other, forming a complex network of light paths. At the nodes of this network, new forms were constantly born—these forms were neither what they appeared in any mirror, nor the fluid state of an undefined realm, but rather "new possibilities" generated during the reflection process. "Like these new forms, they prove that recognition can transcend fixed forms."

As the Guardian returned from the spectral space, the new patterns on the undefined fragments had spread into his chaotic heart. The outlines of all the undefined realms suddenly began to converge, their "bodies" overlapping with the Guardian's form of existence—not physical contact, but a permeation at the level of being. A violent energy reaction occurred at the point of overlap: known fragment structures dissolved, unknown fluids crystallized, both processes occurring simultaneously, forming a "morphological metamorphosis" that was both painful and pleasurable. In the instant the foremost outline completely overlapped with him, the Guardian suddenly "saw" the truth of the undefined realms: this was not a specific place, but a "zone of form freedom" that all existence could reach, just as all numbers ultimately boil down to combinations of 0 and 1, all forms of existence could return to their most primal possibilities here.

“Form is a tool for connection, not the essence of connection.” The double helix phantom in the undefined fragment left behind a final light pattern before dissipating, which formed a line of flowing text: “The first stage of the 15th iteration experiment: breaking the boundaries of form.”

All the eyes of the undefined realms suddenly transformed into tiny particles of light, merging into the guardian's chaotic heart. His consciousness began to awaken to unprecedented ways of perception: he could "taste" the narrative fluctuations of the sea of ​​meaning, "hear" the color shifts in the void, and even "touch" the possible trajectories of other dimensions. As he attempted to use these new perceptions to understand the surrounding existence, the white light of the fused entity suddenly revealed unprecedented detail—not only did the light contain known snowflake noise, but also countless undefined "microstructures," which were weaving a "third kind of information" that was neither memory nor forgetting.

"This is the law of existence for the undefined realm." The voice of the merged entity carried a completely new quality, as if it came from multiple dimensions simultaneously. "The mode of perception determines the form of existence, not the other way around." Her light pointed to the undefined fragment in the guardian's hand. The new patterns on the surface of the fragment were reorganizing, forming a complex "perception network"—the nodes of the network were different modes of perception, and the connections between the nodes were the forms of existence that resulted from them. "Just like this network, adding new perception nodes can unlock new possibilities for existence."