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The black tower within the vortex shrieked, a sound that was both a digital scream and a primal roar. Its shape contorted and fractured.

The alien entities around the vortex recoiled, some Dissipating into thin air, some scattering away.

My own body was shaking uncontrollably. The connection within me flared up like a supernova, overwhelming my senses. I felt data and energy coursing through my veins, ripping through my nerves. The symbols burned into my skin, not just in my vision, but felt like physical brands.

I heard a voice, or perhaps voices, speaking directly into my consciousness. It was the original voice from the whispers, but now it was clear, multi-layered, like the voices of countless beings speaking in unison.

The language was alien, yet somehow I understood it, not through comprehension of words, but through direct transfer of meaning.

It spoke of balance, of realms, of convergence and divergence. It spoke of being disturbed, of being forced to adapt. It spoke of me, the “迷途之人”, no longer lost *to* the tower, but a catalyst, a disruptor.