Far, far across space.
In the cosmic depths where reality bent under forces too immense for ordinary matter to withstand, nine Black Holes danced their eternal waltz of gravitational supremacy.
Each one was a stellar titan that had collapsed beyond the event horizon of conventional existence, their combined presence warping space-time.
The gravitational tides they generated should have torn apart anything foolish enough to venture near their terrible embrace, yet at the very heart of their impossible formation sat something that made a mockery of cosmic forces.
A white shrine gleamed like captured starlight against the absolute darkness that surrounded the singularities. Its crystalline walls remained unmarked by the gravitational storms that raged around it, while delicate spires rose toward heights that existed in dimensions beyond normal perception!
