"Hmm, a lie is..."
After uttering these few words, the Shadow Cat suddenly paused, took a deep breath, and then spoke again, replying at an extremely fast pace:
"A lie is going in and eating and drinking, and waiting for the forbidden curse seed to grow. In reality, your physical constraints can't bear the burgeoning and growing of that seed. However, the two-dimensional world is a realm without 'height'; as vast as your heart is, the tree can grow just as tall. Using the essence of many worlds as resources, that seed quickly germinates, branches out, and grows large. Each leaf is a world, each branch a future. When it bears its first fruit, all the leaves wither instantly. To the outside world, it's as if thousands of worlds are destroyed simultaneously."
Breath exhausted, the Shadow Cat closed its mouth, having said all it intended to say.
The white feather pen beneath its paw continued to struggle desperately, like a small fish caught in a dried-up rut.
