A vortex of pure black replaces what,

just moments before,

was a beautiful field of stars and galaxies.

Void of mercy,

void of care for what it claims.

Once in its path

only one fate remains.

What once was,

is no more.

Halos of fractured silver,

a spinning shroud of stolen stardust,

silent,

infinite,

an invisible edge of eternal midnight

that destroys the dawn.

Invading cosmic mirrors.

The collapse begins within.

The gravity slips beneath the flesh.

Laughter is silenced.

Joy is depleted.

Leaving

nothing

but an empty,

hollow,

aching abyss.

The pull is strong.

The hunger is real.

The invisible boundary surrounding the singularity

where escape

becomes

impossible.

The screaming thoughts fade.

Leaving only negative space.