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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ at the edge of a black hole's sigh, where light surrenders its final arc, a clock melts into liquid shadow. seconds stretch like taffy— thin, translucent, tasting of iron and forgotten supernovas. The universe holds its breath.
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