"Why…?"
The wind shifted — distant, thin, almost afraid to approach.
"Why would you do this?"
The woman's voice carried no anger.
Only emptiness.
Only sorrow.
Above them, the heavens gleamed —
two silhouettes standing at the very peak of the sky itself.
A man.
A woman.
Far behind them, a black hole pulsed softly…
slowly drawing closer.
Its gravity folded the air, warped the light,
and pulled at the edges of their silhouettes like hungry fingers.
Two chains —
thin, ancient, inevitable —
bound them both to their fate.
A devouring monster.
A silent horizon.
A choice neither wanted.
The man exhaled.
His voice was steady.
Resolved.
"Even if you knew…"
He paused, eyes lowering.
"I apologise.
But I can't allow you to stand in my way."
The woman did not look at him.
She stared toward the event horizon as it crept across the heavens —
its pull tugging her tear away the moment it formed.
The droplet stretched, caught by gravity,
and vanished into the sky before it ever reached her chin.
She breathed out a single phrase.
"…I see."
The world held its breath.
Wind swept across the peak,
cold and bitter and full of mourning.
The heavens darkened.
Her eyes lifted — hollow, shining.
"I guess," she whispered,
"that I must stop you."
And then—
As the moment stretched,
as their fates coiled tighter around them,
the world itself recoiled:
Heaven cracked.
Hell split.
The two realms fragmented outward from their silhouettes —
shattering like glass held too long against a storm.
Light and shadow peeled apart,
tearing the sky into two devouring halves
as the event horizon swallowed the distance between them.
The end had already begun.