In the catacombs of the void, where light perishes and whispers linger, there lies an ancient well—a black hole, pulsating with secrets untold. Through its event horizon, strands of dark matter weave together the fate of galaxies distant and forlorn. Beneath this cosmic crescent, the core’s song is a dirge, faint as the breath of a sleeping titan.
Once, it called to the stars, a gaping maw serenading the celestial choir. Now, it lies silent, save for the echoes of stardust dreams and the muffled cries of remnants adrift in the ether. Can you hear it? The echo of eons, a memory of forgotten constellations. Listen closely, or not at all, and you might catch its melody.
From the brink, a voyager whispered its name, tracing the contours of its shadow with trembling pen. The voyager wrote: “In solitude, the core awaits…” A missive from an astral pilgrim, perhaps, carried by time’s indifferent current.
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