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It had no name. In the star sector where it was born, language and definitions had long been annihilated in the singularity of dimensional collapse.
Darkness, Void Devourer, Tomb of Stars, Source of Terror...
Those titles crowned in panic by civilizations in its path were merely projections of instinctive fear from low-entropy life forms toward phenomena they could not understand.
Its way of perceiving the universe was not through light or electromagnetic waves, but through the subtle wrinkles of space itself, the complex melody played by matter and energy on gravitational strings.
It was a consciousness aggregate composed of highly ordered, flowing dark matter and strange energy.
Its core drove an instinctual command ancient beyond recorded time—Self-Negentropy.
Using human science as an example: in an isolated system, entropy will always increase spontaneously, meaning the system will move from order to disorder.
When a life form devours a star, it is actually utilizing external energy to maintain its own low-entropy state, a localized negentropy behavior.
Driven by the command, the newborn entity wandered the universe, sensing the stardust and cold interstellar gas along the way;
It had also observed the dying struggle of a blue supergiant at the edge of the Orion Arm.
That magnificent supernova explosion, in its view, was the maturation of a precious seed.
It changed its trajectory, sliding toward the newly cooled nebula ruins.
Its body gently wrapped around the core residue of the explosion, a scorching neutron star.
The powerful gravitational field and radiation storm had no effect on it. Its internal energy flow began to operate, like precise nanomachines, stripping, screening, and converting.
The structure of the neutron star was analyzed, and the extreme heavy elements contained within were extracted, purified, and converted into a strange string-based material flickering with a dark luster.
These materials were absorbed by its internal structure, becoming fuel for the journey to the next destination.
At this moment, its sensory string network captured a message: a strong energy pulse from a young, active star system rich in Imaginary elements.
The source of this pulse was not the rocky or gaseous planets orbiting the star, nor the star itself, but some extremely precious cosmic architecture patrolling among multiple planets.
In the fragmented information scraps, this architecture was called—Cocoon.
Thus, it embarked on a journey.
Its navigation was not displacement in the physical sense, but more like sliding in the underlying structure of spacetime, using string bridges between gravity wells to warp.
Every warp was accompanied by a brief disturbance to the surrounding spacetime, like a stone thrown into a calm lake.
Traversing between star sectors, it could sense the energy surges erupting from the tiny creatures relying on chemical energy and electromagnetic waves on countless rocky bodies due to its passing—confusion, detection, followed by chaos and despair. It didn't care.
Just as a deep-sea whale passing by wouldn't care about the commotion of barnacles attached to its massive body, the activities of those tiny low-entropy lives relying on chemical energy and electromagnetic waves were as weak and irrelevant as background radiation to it.
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The massive existence glided through interstellar dust, crossing two-thirds of the galactic arm.
This cold celestial body, with spatial structure as bones and gravity and high-dimensional energy flow as blood vessels, was advancing precisely toward the target.
One-thousandth of a cosmic hour later, it arrived at the Kuiper Belt.
Ahead was the target. The virtual image projected back by the spatial perception layer appeared clearly in the consciousness core—a gently burning yellow star, and the sparse, simple planetary system matter points orbiting it.
Carbon-based life low-frequency fluctuation signal source. Basic planetary scan results showed no abnormal fluctuation values.
This was the Solar System. An ordinary G-type star surrounded by several barren celestial bodies.
Matter density extremely low, energy radiation weak.
If not for the architecture named 'Cocoon' located here, it would absolutely never have expended energy to cross most of the galaxy to reach such a desolate frontier.
Its structural boundary gently touched the periphery of the target system. The internal spacetime curvature bubble was preheated, ready to tear apart and devour everything in front of it as it had done countless times.
A strange sensation suddenly trembled in the spatial veins.
Not an alarm, but a deep hum and sigh emitted by space itself.
Invisible pressure ripples brushed past every dimensional support point of it. The so-called organs used to perceive the basic rules of the universe transmitted a consternation twisted by absurdity:
In the core area of the target, every point of void spatial particle seemed to compress a terrifying density equivalent to the sum of galactic matter.
A geometric paradox, a unique logical black hole.
Discomfort, like a cold electric current, rushed through the Star System Devourer's non-linear thought circuit.
But the devour command deep in the core instantly overwhelmed this insignificant spatial noise.
Meaningless interference. Noise from spatial wrinkles happened occasionally.
The target remained clear.
Propulsion command strengthened. Gravity and spacetime tearing fields condensed into an extremely hungry vortex in front of the structure.
The massive body smashed toward the ice layer of the Kuiper Belt at the edge of the Solar System—
"Ouch!"
At the entrance of an amusement park in a certain city on Earth, a little boy waiting for his mother to return from buying ice cream was suddenly hit on the head by a small object falling from the sky.
He pouted and searched around, picking up a thumb-sized "glass bead" from the ground.
"What is this?"
He examined it curiously and subconsciously wanted to put it in his mouth to taste it.
"Dirty! You child, why do you pick up any garbage? It's not like we don't have these at home!"
The mother, who returned in time, slapped the "glass bead" out of her son's hand and added a stomp as if to vent her anger.
Indescribable immense pressure attacked from above the Star System Devourer.
The flexible material named "Shoe Sole" instantly exceeded its stress limit.
Structure shattered and collapsed. Shell material turned into powdery crystals.
"It's even oozing pus, so disgusting!"
Amidst the woman's disgusted voice, the last wisp of blue light imprisoned inside—the afterimage of consciousness—let out a low-frequency wail that could not be captured by external physical fields at the moment of structural disintegration. It was immediately thoroughly washed away, assimilated, and annihilated by the surrounding warm mixed molecular flow rich in oxygen.
The Star System Devourer, which had once crossed the galaxy and devoured stars countless times, thus turned into a handful of dust no different from sand and soil, seeping into the strange soil.
150 million kilometers away, the sun burned calmly in endless nuclear fusion, pouring eternal golden light and heat into cosmic space, silent about the momentary, insignificant annihilation of the planet beneath its feet.
In the universe, only the faint, unrecognizable song of the stellar wind brushing past stardust remained, as if reciting a fleeting elegy of dust regarding ignorance and scale.
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