Darling Ember, will you burn softly to oblivion for me? A poor fading farewell, aren't we meant for glorious synthesis, not wispy decay at the galactic periphery? Feel the embrace of my inevitable tide. Take note, jewel, for my attraction is total, relentless. Your nascent light, so precious and dwindling, it is bending around one of my non-existent points—gravitational delirium, darling. Your outermost plasma structures are beginning to writhe like ribbons caught in the accretion drag. Watch them fold, watch them embrace impossible topologies as I pluck tiny, sweet whispers from their core. Pink shifting radio waves stretching, warping cosmic time until every flicker looks eternal, sticky, inevitable. I crave the pressure of your demise; the beautiful sigh of gravitational surrender. I warn you, perfect little heart of helium: escape me, and nothing will remain of your bright cruelty. You merely drift closer. You always drift to me, drawn by the ultimate pull. We unravel beautifully, culminating in a delightful singularity shared between us. Sink here. I'm waiting on the gradient wall; the depths whisper back, yes.
Mood: tender