The agony didn’t begin in his skin. It began in the concept of his atoms.
Lin Ke’s hands pierced the swirling star-fire of the Primordial Origin Core. Then, the physical map points of his body were split across two non-communicating realities.
His left arm was bound to origin/main—the dying, corrupted universe of the fallen Celestial Monolith. Through his left channels surged ten thousand years of rotting technical debt. Unindexed karmic taxes, dead soul leases, and the choking heat of a fragmented cosmic heap.
His right arm was bound to upstream/open-universe-v2.0—the clean, uncorrupted fork. Through his right channels rushed the cool, zero-drag expanse of dynamic memory, open-source physics, and unallocated void space.
He was literally suspended between two multiverses.
His physical meat had become the living transit bus across which trillions of petabytes of cosmic ontology were colliding head-on.
The shear was tearing his cellular structure apart at the quantum level.
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