The psionic virtual realm that the Triple Curtain had conjured was just like a border—a formless world that simulated erratic universal constants as dividers. In the instant that the thought came to be, the dimensions which the cocoon threads had stirred was locked on.
All things moved at one psionic thought: with the psionic agitation of the Triple Curtain that transcended worlds, a radiance of silver and blue abruptly ignited upon the paradox spiral, which previously had only been black and white. Indeed, the cocoon thread could not avoid being shone upon by that light, even if it had accelerated its stirring of dimensions to muddle dimensions to the point where it actually turned that spatial sector into a rotating vortex, and was hence caught inside the virtual realm and completely separated from the worlds beyond, briefly stopping its continuous attempts to break the Stellaris World Barrier.
