That voice echoed: "In different eras, in different quadrants, in different times and spaces, in different worlds, in different universes, we have different names."
"One,"
"All,"
"Truth,"
"End,"
"Infinity,"
"Dao,"
"Everything,"
"Unique,"
"Supreme,"
"Law,"
"We are both 'everything', and at the same time, 'we', 'I', and 'you'."
After those words, the voice paused for a moment. Yi Lin thought of a question, and the two conversed like student and teacher in this frozen space.
Yi Lin asked, "Then, what is Paradise?"
"The womb that nurtures the 'Source Code'."
"So, I am the 'Source Code'."
"Yes, you come from 'us'."
"Why?"
"When you reached this place, you should already have the 'answer'."
Yi Lin: "Or rather, I am the 'answer'."
The fragmented images earlier seemed to leave no mark on Yi Lin's soul. Yet now, Yi Lin had a strange feeling, as if by simply pondering, he could understand everything and find the answer to any 'question' among the infinite fragments.
