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The main theme began to climb—a simple, two-note motif that felt like an ache. Stay. Go.

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The organ swells, a low, rhythmic pulse that feels less like music and more like the ticking of a clock submerged in deep water. The main theme began to climb—a simple, two-note

As the ship dipped into the gravity well, the organ music in his mind—or perhaps it was the vibration of the hull itself—reached a crescendo. Time began to stretch. Every second he spent in the shadow of that black hole was a year stolen from the people he left behind. He could feel the weight of those years pressing against his chest. He was falling into the future, fueled by

Elias sat in the cockpit of the Aethelgard , his hands hovering over controls that had been cold for centuries. Outside the viewport, the event horizon of Gargantua didn’t look like a drain; it looked like an eye, ringed in a halo of screaming light that refused to fall in.

Elias looked back. The golden ring of the black hole was a pinprick now. He was alone, a solitary spark in an infinite dark, carrying the embers of a world that had forgotten how to breathe.

He looked at the small, grainy photo taped to the dashboard. His daughter, laughing, her hair caught in a breeze that no longer existed. By the time he looped around this curve of space-time, she would be older than him. By the time he reached the colony ship, she might be gone.