Zafyr stands alone on a ruinous realm of space. In the distance, an apparition of space and time - a black hole, consumes this region in its entirety; neither light nor dark escape its pull and all things before it unravel like string. The electro-magnetic circuits and systems in her own body feel like they're slowly coming undone even as she stands before all she sees, body, mind, and the 'spark' that made her alive all feeling as though they are eroding, distorting, becoming pulled and torn apart by the very pull of this black hole. And all the same, perhaps this black hole is not merely some force of nature; perhaps itself is its own living entity with nothing but malice at it's core for all things around it.

Been in a bad headspace lately and felt like I should give it something physical.