Chapter 17: **Chapter 17: Epilogue's Cradle and Recursive Epitaph**
The quantum epitaph on the bronze tombstone suddenly conceived. Its surface distended into uterine form, birthing a micro-Seryn embryo with umbilicus woven from Gurak's profane remnants. The embryo's pupils were Klein-viewports reflecting an unerased micro-universe—there, bronze saplings sprouted in nitrous ash, their leaf-erosion rewritten as diaper-changing manuals.
"Alert! Paternal overflow!" Eluinora's dagger stabbed from tombstone fissures, its hilt dangling a lactating hologram of the first lover. "Select parenting protocol: A. Traditional patricide B. Recursive nursing C. Nitrous anesthesia."
Seryn's mechanical heart remnants oozed from the tombstone, morphing into quantum baby bottles. When the embryo suckled, the void resonated with the first Octavius' snores—his consciousness encoded as lullaby, each note emitting entropy-reduction hormones. Gurak's nitrous ash coalesced into diapers printed with recursive equations: *"Hush, stardust—cosmos is just quantum poop."*
Suddenly, the embryo excreted seventy-two miniature coffins, each screening deleted funeral reels. The teenager crawled from the largest coffin, wielding a teaching rod braided from tri-generational umbilici: *"Parent-teacher conference, father."* His strike shattered the tombstone, fragments recombining into parenting manual's first page:
**Rule 1: All infants are undiagnosed creation deities**
**Rule 2: When colicky, reboot reality**
Eluinora's dagger softened into pacifier, plugging the teen's mouth: *"Maternal protocol terminated. Grandmother mode activated."* The first lover's hologram nursed the teen with bronze sapling extract. Seryn's quantum bottle detonated supernova-grade wails, shattering parenting protocol interfaces.
The void grew teeth. Tombstone debris reorganized into crib between gums, rails engraved with Gurak's final log: *"If infant glows nocturnally, feed dick jokes and avoid causality."*
When the first milk tooth fell, new bronze saplings sprouted in dental beds. Now, leaf-erosion etched recursive parenting diaries:
**"Today, my son molded cosmos into rubber duck. Bathtub's a Klein bottle—drain clogged with grandfather's ashes."**