The dragon descended through the absolute darkness, the ever-shrinking bubble of his domain isolating him from the madness of the black hole outside. Gone were the explosions of particles, leaving him in a void of sensory deprivation, silence, and darkness so profound that it felt like a weight on his very sanity.
'I thought it would be more... well, solid.' Even with his acute gravity affinity, deciphering the madness that unfolded beyond the confines of his domain was an exercise in futility.
Yet, he could feel—an undeniable, oppressive force—the gravitational pull intensifying, heralding the approach to the black hole's singularity.
'I am finally near. But...' A sense of unease crept over him, a primal warning from the depths of his being, urging him to flee and never allow his domain to vanish.
