There exists something in this universe. A veritable, all-consuming abomination. It is the black gate into the dark abyss of death itself...the black hole.
Black holes are the remnants of dead starts that have thrown all but their unstable cores off of themselves in catastrophic abandon. When the fires of chaos caused by the supernova blast recede, the core is left, and it twists itself into something that is...wrong. Under the influence of unstoppable gravity, the core collapses into a dark counterpart of itself, the black hole - a cosmic reaper of sorts, in that not even light can escape it's inexorable pull. Everything is devoured by these inanimate beasts, and crushed into nothingness within. Planets, stars, anything that exists...all but food for the undead star.
For all the horror that surrounds these abominations of the very laws of physics, it's hard to not admire them. They are perhaps the strongest known cosmic forces, bending even light to its (non-existent) will. This should also make it obvious I admire powerful things. *writer is shot in the eyeballs*
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