My eyes adjust.

To an image of the abyss.

The black hole.

Several billion times more massive than the sun.

What a time to be alive.

Interstellar on steroids.

Fifty-five million light-years away from Earth.

Just 55 million.

Matter.

Space.

Time.

Gone.

Collapsed.

A place of no return.

Trapped forever.

Infinite nothingness.

And from nothing, everything is possible.

Like love.