In that instant, within the dying mental fragments of Si Lingle's mind, uncontrollable and madly jumping images flashed by:
Under the infinite dome, the rotating star map array, far more complex by billions of times than any star disc she had seen.
A massive crystal prism, burning with ghostly blue flames, disintegrating, with fragments scattering across endless time and space.
A vague, non-human silhouette, hands caressing the core of the operating star map, in a posture resembling reverence.
...Then came complete darkness. Not emptiness, but a void of 'being plundered', 'being closed'.
"Ugh..."
A thought of pure pain and confusion, moving slightly like a stone sinking into the deep sea in the deepest cold.
This was not the awakening of consciousness, more like the weak refraction of submerged wreckage to the ripples on the water.
