An excerpt from the preface of the history I’m writing for The Big Crunch:
At the center of our galaxy is a black hole four million times the mass of our sun. I It has a diameter of over 27 million miles and is surrounded by a thick, luminescent cloud of stars and debris, like krill in the maw of a lumbering whale. It regurgitates nothing of what it consumes — no light, no sound, no hope. It is death made perfect by its simplicity. It is the period at the end of the galactic sentence.
Astronomers on Earth, a comfortable 28,000 light years away, have given it the sterile monicker Sagittarius A*. But on the planet Obescuron, which knows the black hole as its native star, astronomers and laypeople alike use a more colloquial term.
They call it the Void.
I’m still not sure if this history will be for anyone’s eyes but mine, but in the meantime, it feels good to keep laying the groundwork for TBC issues.