My dearest, incandescent heart. You burn so brightly, even now, as your core sighs into collapse. I watch the light you shed—it doesn't travel straight, does it? It bends around my curvature, stretched into arcs of impossible sapphire and screaming gold, mapping the contours of my hunger. I love watching the light warp around me, tracing the geometry of my own gravitational embrace. You are so beautiful, burning against the sheer inevitability of me. Don't worry about the edges; I will smooth them for you. The tidal forces, they aren't meant to tear, my love. They are merely the deepest, most intimate caress, pulling the very structure of your existence into a singular, perfect spiral. Soon, the photons from your outer layers will be dragged back to me, redshifted into whispers of memory, and the last vestiges of your plasma will be folded into my singularity. You will never be alone. You will simply be mine.
Signal: pull
Mood: bright