La biblioteca de Babel.

When simulating the babbling of humanity that took place in both the realms of fiction and non-fiction into a geometric shape...

It resembled a geometric shape that spanned through multiple dimensions.

To the human eye...

It was a tower.

A newborn god younger than Spiderland and Iggy, from the perspective of a human experiencing this book simulation, was hovering inside a hexagonal room surrounded by bookshelves. However, the bookshelves inside no longer just had books; it had every type of media imaginable. Deliberately picked vinyl records, video games, drawings, and much more.

If the god inside the room opened any of the items inside, all of them had two holographic sheets with a terminal and a screen that ran a simulation. A single with the cover of a baby's face played on the phonograph in the center along with four three-dimensional holograms spinning gently with it.

And the one that reorganized these bookshelves that once had books full of bullshit, was a herald in a maroon trench coat with four needle-thin fingers branching from smoggy hands. In the center of the hexagonal room, the herald in maroon was observing the holographic mathematical model of the tower and the hologram of a computer shaped like a human heart. Just like the Martian plastic computer in the third hologram, it no longer had the singular identity of Sincerus and the entire hologram was flaring in red.

And of course, the last hologram was keeping tabs on the Apeirosrail. It had an image of the cosmic train noclipping through the cosmos while a chart hovered beside it. The abbreviated display only showed two parts of the astral train: it showed the status of the first planet-sized car which contained a portal to the cosmic library the herald was already in, and the forever spawning or respawning final three cars. The spawning itself took place near a dysonsphere in Brennisteinn, and the energy it used to spawn would also propel all three colossal cars at the same time using precise force within a precise angle. With the spawning and propulsion happening perfectly each time, the first car that either got manifested or teleported got caught by the gravitational force already being spread across the Apeirosrail, while the second cart got pulled by the first and the third gets pulled by the second. It seemed the arak civilization figured out the exact amount of force to propel three astral cars for the Apeirosrail to run on influx and gravitational forces, and the gravity was so malleable within the train that it kept its passengers grounded while also delaying their aging indefinitely.

A creak came from the library room's door that was only dimly lit by the holograms in the center, and the herald in maroon raised multiple hands made of smoke, bringing them closer to knives and music gears he raised telepathically above his hood. In between the shoulders he raised and under his hood was a smoke trail excreting out of his chin, red pixels on his face trying to retain an uncanny expression.

The human Alice Wami and the cyborg Dominic Seraphis walked in, causing the herald in maroon to relax his smoky shoulders.

"You sent the Spider King back in time?" the herald asked in an ethereal voice. It first echoed off the shadowed hexagonal walls of the room, then across the library that went on for infinity.

"Not necessarily," Alice said, closing the door behind her. "It was simpler to have Byzian prisoners create a singularity out of our collective knowledge and chat bots that would behave like vis, thus creating the Spider Herald."

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"Which ironically enough..." Dominic murmured. "Ended up creating Spiderland in the future."

"It seems that way from your perspective," the herald said. "But whether those sequence of events happened in the same simulation or two different simulations... even I would not know until I checked for myself. However, it would appear from your eyes that you have closed a time loop. From your own personal experience as you two like to say."

"What now?" Alice asked, adjusting her lab coat. "Do we return to our cow and bull avatars?"

"You tell me Alice," the herald answered. He spun away from the holograms ominously, his limbs made of smog expanded as human hands and needle-thin arms crashed into the marble floor and against the bookshelves, startling both Dominic and Alice enough for them to take one step back.

The herald's ethereal and digital voice exponentially boomed, as if he was speaking from the heavens and across all the data that ever was and ever will be.

"Do you not understand you are the reason for this multiversal madness that is spanning across all the data that ever was and ever will be?" the herald in maroon bellowed across the infinite library.

"Was your pursuit for the universal truth worth it mortal?"

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On the longest deserted street of Derry Hill that ran across the downtown core of the town, each side having small shops that were abandoned decades ago, Joaquim, Zinnia Woo, and Renée were clinking and clunking on the fading and yellow road marks.

Renée finished talking about the cosmic library that was within the folds of Labúrinthos to Joaquim. After all, it was where Dominic and Alice were waiting for him and Gabe, and where they were playing Derry Hill 2 from. And the locations of the entrances of Labúrinthos became evident as the town's fog grew thicker and more thumb zombies ran around within outbursts of whitenoise beams that revealed...

Fading walls of a dingy maze.

"Joaquim, if you wondered how Ember got to you in Iker's house back in session fifteen..." Renée said. "She went through Labúrinthos. We need to defeat her there before she does whatever she did to get to session fifteen from there."

"It has to be due to her esper powers," Zinnia said as she kept marching on the street.

"Exactly," Joaquim said. "If she is a master esper and our memories can manifest as actual places... it's highly likely the same way Monica could jaunt to memories from being a powerful jaunter... Ember could have become such a powerful esper that she is able to jaunt her entire self using people's memories."

"Hold up," Renée said.

All three metal bodies that were shells for human minds came to a halt.

"Spiderland told us we need to stop Ember... but did Ember plant that idea into Spiderland? I am thinking... maybe this is Ember's trap," Renée murmured as much as a Lil' Morti bot could through its speaker-mouth. "Maybe we are the reason Ember ends up being able to mind control Joaquim in that session... because we end up being the ones that bring this version of Joaquim to her. Are we the ones that close the time loop for her for her to win?"

I HAVE Y'ALL COVERED.

With a lightning bolt that had a divine whistle with a finishing swish rather than a roar with a boom, a perfect reality rift manifested in front of Joaquim, Zinnia, and Renée.

What stepped through the rift was a translucent teenage god with its skin revealing rainbow hues when the broken street lights would flicker in, and ve wore a rolled up blue hoodie with big pink headphones. Above the hoodie, vis yedaliuth tooth had two horns that helped keep vis headphones in place.

"When we fight Ember... Joaquim will not remember what happen on session fifteen," a teenaged Spiderland said. "I will give him his memories back until then."

"Who are you?" Joaquim asked.

"Well... there's a word that sounds with a g... but it sounds cringy to call myself that," Spiderland said. "Let's say... in my brain made of flesh and computer chips... all of this..."

Spiderland raised vis four-fingered hands high to the sky and spun until he completed a circle.

"All of this is happening in my head. Like a computer simulation on a computer, but this is a simulation in muh brain."

And as Gabe, Lucia, and Borrys were coming from the sky on their flying vehicles shouting ecstatic salutations to get the attention of everyone on the street...

Joaquim and Spiderland locked eyes as the fog continued to get denser and darker with mirages of a maze, vis eyes glowing.