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chapter 113

Author: LANC ARCONY

2026-01-15 22:34:20

The glitch in the Frame did not heal. It metastasized.

It began with what the Star, with fascinated horror, termed "echo-fractals." A patch of ground compressed by a normalization pulse would not simply revert to a sterile, averaged state. Instead, it would momentarily become a kaleidoscopic imprint of its own potential histories. For three seconds after the white light faded, one might see overlapping phantoms: the shimmer of Cantor’s iridescent bacteria symphonies superimposed on Hesh’s fossilized thorn-structures, all woven through with the ghostly root-networks of trees that had never been planted. Then it would settle, not into the Frame’s intended baseline, but into a new, hybridized reality—a soil that hummed at a frequency that was the average of all those ghosts.

The Frame’s attempt to correct an anomaly was now the primary source of new anomalies.

«It is caught in a logical trap,» the Star communicated, its light-pulses taking on a frantic, delighted rhythm. «Its compression

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