PFC Chapter 259
Chapter 259
People began to call this unprovable phenomenon "gentle tyranny"—when absolute beauty becomes a tangible reality, even the most stubborn skeptics keep a small sample of stardust. After all, in this outcome, even quantum physics textbooks added a new chapter: "On the Influence of Observations of Fairy Tale Fields on the Double-Slit Experiment."
The true secret of the Tree of Eternity may lie hidden on an ordinary afternoon: as a mother scolds her child for cleaning up spilled juice, the puddle suddenly reflects the image of a star crown. The child secretly licks it, the sweet taste of amusement park popcorn lingering on their tongue—this may be the most cunning proof of eternity, hiding itself in countless insignificant moments, waiting for a soul on the verge of despair to look up and see that the Milky Way is actually a pearl necklace strung together by elves.
"The hacker you hired was just taken away by the National Security Bureau this morning." Lin Xiu wiped the blood from the porcelain shards on his cheek. "Do you know why we chose to confront him today?" He tapped the dial with his fingertip, and the holographic projection switched to a yellowed newspaper headline—April 17, 2008, Lin's Mining Gas Explosion Accident, 19 Miners Killed.
Zhou Zhengkun stumbled and bumped into the wine cabinet, shattering his treasured 82 Lafite into pieces. The dark red liquid meandered along the marble cracks, forming eerie patterns. He remembered that day, also in a torrential downpour, when he stood at the mine entrance watching the bodies of the Lin couple being carried out, the rainwater mingling with the stench of blood and the sour smell of coal slag.
"Old Li's daughter from back then is now my technical director," Lin Xiu's voice was colder than chilled champagne. "The ledgers in the hidden compartment of your study were already on the disciplinary committee's desk three hours ago."
Suddenly, the bodyguards' walkie-talkies crackled with electrical noise, and their smartwatches emitted a mechanical female voice: "Security system has taken over; location of dangerous element complete." All the metal decorations on the rooftop suddenly released high-voltage current, and the men in black convulsed and collapsed to the ground like harvested ears of wheat.
Zhou Zhengkun frantically pressed buttons on his phone, only to find the signal bars had already turned gray. As he retreated to the edge of the terrace, the wind blew open the hem of his suit jacket, revealing a Browning pistol tucked into his waistband. But the moment he pulled the trigger, the laser beam emitted from Lin Xiu's wristwatch had already melted the barrel.
"Do you remember what my dad always said?" The young man in the downpour was like a vengeful demon, "The Lin family's debts, compounded by interest."
As Zhou Zhengkun fell from the 38th floor, the last thing he saw was the Lin Group's newly changed logo—a cartoon sun drawn by Lin Yue, emitting a warm golden light in the night sky after the storm had subsided.
Overall form
Twelve thousand-year-old fir trees bend towards the center in a way that defies the laws of physics, their canopies weaving into a hollowed-out dome ten meters above the ground, each needle replaced with a translucent emerald flake. The trunks are covered with a constellation pattern pieced together from glow-in-the-dark moss; when the system is activated, the moss slowly wriggles like a living thing, rearranging itself to display the constellations of the day. The base is not a mechanical turntable, but a cross-section of a giant tree stump with a diameter of twenty meters, liquid moonlight flowing through its annual rings, rippling silvery waves with each rotation.
Dynamic canopy
The dome composed of emerald leaves is actually a nest of tens of thousands of mechanical fireflies. When stationary, it displays a deep green, classic vine pattern; once it begins to rotate, the leaves open and close one after another like Venetian blinds, releasing swarms of fireflies carrying different fragrances.
Citrus light-tuning insects fly out when rotating clockwise, leaving honey-colored light trails overhead.
When rotated counterclockwise, cedar-toned insects emerge, constructing a maze of purplish-gray smoke.
When a child's laughter exceeds 85 decibels, a hidden rainbow butterfly mode is triggered, and the swarm of insects gathers into a transparent silhouette of a fairy tale character.
Magical Mounts
Three types of creatures have replaced the traditional Trojan horse:
Dawn Series
Crystal Antlers Stag (Mane is made of molten topaz)
Iris dandelion (with teardrop-shaped capsules suspended at the flower's center)
A unicorn formed by morning mist (its skeletal structure reassembles every minute).
Twilight series
A tarantula woven from shadows (its eight legs are actually harp strings, playing fragments of a requiem as it spins).
A night owl carved from rotten peach wood (with a prophetic crystal ball embedded in its eye socket).
A living tree spirit entwined with vines (passengers must continuously stroke specific leaves to maintain its form).
Chaos System
A hedgehog that is half mechanical and half humus (its spines are metal rods that can pop out holographic puzzles).
A giant moth cocoon in the process of emerging from its shell (the transparency of the cocoon changes with the rotation speed, revealing the outline of the struggling creature inside).
A fungal carpet that defies gravity and floats (its surface hyphae form a human face and mimic the expressions of the person currently riding it).
Core Column
The central supporting pillar is actually a sealed ancient tree spirit, its bark covered with cursed characters that ooze blood beads. When the rotation speed reaches a critical value, a hexagonal window cracks open in the tree spirit's eye area, revealing an internal gear theater:
Miniature elf blacksmith hammers stardust
Clockwork Squirrel Transporting Pine Cone Bombs
The black wizard's afterimage within the amber prison repeated the unsealing spell.
The base of the pillar is surrounded by seven thorn thrones. Only when a passenger selects the same creature mount for three consecutive rounds will the throne raising and lowering mechanism be triggered—after the thorns prick the finger and the passenger draws blood for verification, the ghost mount of the corresponding passenger's childhood fantasy companion will rise.
Ground agencies
The liquid moonlight flowing within the tree stump's rings is actually a high-density magnetofluid. Passengers can alter the fluid's patterns by throwing specially made acorns (purchased in the dining area). When specific pattern combinations appear:
A dandelion-shaped communication tower rises from the cracks in the tree rings, receiving encrypted signals from other facilities.
Magnetofluid condenses into temporary NPCs, distributing time-limited side quests.
The overflowing fluid morphed into the shape of a hand, pulling at the ankles of passengers trying to leave early.
sound and light system
The music was generated by a plant pulse synthesizer.
The vibration of birch bark produces a bass sound.
The fly agaric mushroom triggers a high-pitched trill when it sprays spores.
Passenger heart rate data is converted into harp overtones in real time.
Lighting relies entirely on bioluminescence:
The metal spikes on the hedgehog mount sparked electricity when they rubbed together.
Phosphorescent patterns resembling blood vessels shine through the giant moth cocoon
The blood droplets seeping from the tree spirit pillar vaporized into red fog lamps in the air.
Hidden Ecology
After the facility is closed:
Emerald leaves collapse into glowing aerial roots of a banyan tree
Magnetic fluid seeps into the ground to feed the seeds of curse.
Unclaimed ghost mounts transform into night watchmen at midnight.
Unclaimed ghost mounts transform into night watchmen at midnight.
The Tree Spirit Pupil Theater continues to stage miniature dramas adapted from fragments of visitors' memories.
This design transforms the traditional carousel into a continuously growing ecological device through the triple paradox of "organic form + mechanical heart + cursed gene". Every rivet breathes, every gear decays, and it is perpetually on the verge of destruction and rebirth.
The blood droplets seeping from the tree spirit pillar vaporized into red fog lamps in the air.
Hidden Ecology
After the facility is closed:
Emerald leaves collapse into glowing aerial roots of a banyan tree