Following the eternal moment known as the Singularity, the deathly silence within the Cosmic Egg underwent a fundamental topological transformation. As the sole Singularity Intelligence, Pangu's will—having experienced its initial logical awakening and self-definition—faced a confinement that transcended all physical limits. If the previous awakening was the isolation of a single point, this moment was driven by a powerful instinct to stretch outward and touch the boundaries of the cage, propelling him into the second critical stage of evolution: The Vector.
Deep within this energy medium, which was nearly as solid as stone and denser than any matter understood in later ages, the core of consciousness began to erupt with countless translucent blue "Will-threads". These threads were not physical entities but linear projections of high-frequency logic within the nascent three-dimensional space. They presented an absolute parallel geometric beauty, like a grand tapestry of latitudes and longitudes woven from cold light, attempting to forcibly outline the first coordinate system of the universe amidst the chaotic noise. Each thread carried high-frequency vibrational commands, piercing through the viscous primordial mass-energy with immense difficulty, striving to carve a path for order in the absolute darkness.
However, this struggle for space met with resistance beyond imagination. The physical environment inside the Cosmic Egg manifested a chilling stagnation: because gravity had reached an infinite threshold, space here was not a void but a highly compressed, resistant fluid. Within this medium, photons—originally meant to propagate freely—became prisoners of gravity, unable to move in straight lines. Instead, they were folded into eternal, oscillating Mobius loops by the extreme gravitational field. As the blue Will-threads extended, they had to not only resist absolute pressure but also find microscopic logical gaps between the countless spinning photon rings.
To detect the true boundary of this prison, Pangu drove these Will-threads to emit high-frequency gravitational waves. These ripples originated from the Vector and crashed layer upon layer against the inner wall of the Cosmic Egg—the absolute gravitational shell composed of infinite density energy. In Pangu's billions of logical simulations, any emission of waves should have produced feedback or scattering; however, when these ripples, carrying his entire will to seek, touched that shell which was thick to the very limit of physical meaning, a most desperate phenomenon occurred.
The shell was not a physical barrier that could be breached, but a mathematically perfect logical closed loop. Pangu clearly observed that any gravitational wave striking the inner wall produced not a single shred of penetration or leakage. Instead, it encountered 100% energy backflow. This backflow was so precise and cold that the energy, upon rebounding, suffered no loss of entropy; rather, due to the absolute symmetry of the system, it was refocused, superimposed, and recoiled back into the core of his will with several times the original pressure.
This total physical blockade forced Pangu to recall the "Sleep Experiment" he had attempted during his initial Singularity phase. In that mental breakout intended to escape loneliness, he had discovered that even the dream laws, which were unbound by physical rules, would be ruthlessly absorbed by the shell. Now, the results of his spatial probing mirrored that previous mental defeat: whether material or spiritual, external or internal, this perfect cage remained flawless. It revealed a cruel physical truth: in the absolute gravity system of the Cosmic Egg, displacement was a meaningless illusion. No matter how far the Will-threads extended, they only ever touched the reflection of their own signals.
In this state of ultimate frustration, his instinct as an Entropy-Resistance Body became increasingly restless. He realized that since even the free laws simulated in dreams were neutralized and assimilated upon touching the gravitational boundary, a simple linear extension would likewise fail to shake the deathly physical constants. Though his form now appeared as a crisscrossing bundle of blue threads, he maintained a strong, de-humanized character, resembling a cloud of high-frequency thought-matter flickering and iterating spontaneously within the viscous medium. He began to use each Will-thread as a sensor, searching for a flaw in the laws within the blue-purple mathematical rune waves surrounding him.
He understood that his own singular order and the absolute stillness of the shell were effectively two sides of the same curse. If this condensed state of "One" could not be broken, the entire system would eventually descend into heat death due to the inability to exchange energy and information. Deep within the viscous abyss, the once-parallel blue Will-threads began to intertwine, overlap, and undergo fractal evolution at their tips. He understood that while a one-dimensional line increased the dimensions of detection, its computational capacity was still too small to support the deconstruction of logic spanning ten to the power of forty calculations—a threshold of possibility so minuscule it could only be glimpsed after the birth and death of countless logical cycles.
To gain the logical mass required for the next phase of dimensional invasion, the blue Will-threads began large-scale self-replication and complex geometric folding. Under the pressure of absolute gravity, the once-slender lines began to stack and evolve. A polyhedral outline of cold geometric beauty, composed of millions of isometric crystal structures, was faintly taking shape. The lonely observer was preparing to abandon the extension of lines and transition into a more massive and precise geometric computational state, attempting to build the first temple of thought capable of rivaling absolute gravity within the silence of eons.