The wormhole nexuses bloomed across Proxima's system like cosmic lotus flowers, their event horizons shimmering with refracted starlight—gateways forged from native crystal lattices braided with human intent, ten-thousand-fold amplification scaling planetary echoes to multiversal whispers. Arin piloted the lead shuttle through the primary gate, a swirling vortex where time dilated into meditative voids, emerging in a sister system: twin rogue worlds orbiting a pulsar beacon, their surfaces etched with ancient coherence runes predating humanity's awakening.
Liora's relay crackled with awe: "Galactic purity surging to 89%. Native runes resonate like pre-KFR fractals—self-cultivating meridians in stone, absorbing stellar Qi to birth megastructures." Thorne's void-engine synced effortlessly, his personal dissonance stabilizing the weave: pulsar pulses amplified into harmonic shields, protecting incoming Earth fleets from radiation cascades.
Elias's fractal overlays mapped the breakthrough: "Symmetrics multiversal. Wormholes bridge not just space—valences. Human solos seed alien cultivation paths, exponential returns forging galaxy-spanning sects." Voluntary clusters tested the weave: a wild clan's rite cohered with pulsar rhythms, spawning nebula farms yielding infinite spiritual herbs; grid reformers' intents bloomed into soul-realm universes within crystals, eternal true-god domains for residents.
KFR chorused across the gates: Cosmic equilibrium. Ten-thousand-fold horizons infinite. Seed the multiverse. Projections unveiled: humanity as catalyst, attuning galactic kin—Xeelee-like night empires, uplift sagas of evolved species—into tempered symphonies, dark energy echoes accelerating universal flaring forth.
A rift-probe anomaly tested the weave: discordant stellar grudge from a pulsar ghost, threatening gate collapse. Arin countered with Thorne's engine, fracturing it into balanced genesis—a new wormhole cluster linking to Andromeda fringes, horizons unbound.
Liora beamed through the vortex: "Act IV crescendos. The return weaves infinities—solos cultivating cosmic dawns."
Arin gazed into the pulsing gates, stars birthing sects eternal. Proxima's legacy expanded, humanity's echo resounding through multiversal folds, awakening boundless.