Falling Into the Dark:
It began with silence.
Not the silence of an empty room, but the kind that swallows thought, swallows time.
One moment I was drifting near the event horizon, watching light bend and stars stretch like liquid gold. The next—I was falling. Not downward, but inward. Into something that wasn’t space at all, but the absence of it.
My ship crumbled before my eyes. Or perhaps behind them. Nothing made sense anymore. Time peeled away in ribbons. The past slipped through my fingers like smoke, and the future became a rumor.
There were no stars here. No light. Just an infinite folding of everything I had ever known, pulled into a single, aching point.
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And then—
Stillness.
Not death. Not exactly.
Something... different.
I saw flashes of memories not mine. Civilizations rising and falling. Children laughing in tongues I didn’t know. Planets being born. Suns dying in silence.
It was as if the black hole had swallowed not just my body, but my story—and in return, offered me glimpses of others.
Perhaps this was its secret: not destruction, but transformation.
I was not gone. I was becoming.
