A cold pulsation.
With every beat, the erased spatial domain of the star system shuddered in response. It was a ripple at the level of fundamental rules—silent, yet more unsettling than any stellar explosion. The newborn purple-black singularity, like a freshly ignited embryonic sun brewing a world-ending storm, hung above the thoroughly eradicated ruins of the Returner Base. There was only absolute "nothingness" here—no mass, no energy, no conventional dimension of the passage of time, save for this ceaselessly pulsing core symbolizing both destruction and rebirth.
Lucia's consciousness floated and sank deep within this core.
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