Two emptinesses, darker than absence attracted by an embrace older than light. Time thickens like a cooling crystal, while event horizons evoke gravitational dreams. No light escapes fusion. Only ripples in the dark ocean of being. Spacetime shudders: the mass of a billion suns screams in invisible waves. A hungry shadow remains. Swollen, deformed, sonorous. A newborn singularity trembles, giving off energy like obsidian wings.