An hourglass, marking the passage of time, or perhaps its end.A phoenix, symbol of rebirth, the eternal cycle of life and death.Three dragons, emblems of power, chaos, and the union of opposing forces.A tree, whose roots and branches seemed to reach both the abysses and the celestial heights.A hyena, bearer of an unsettling duality: laughter and despair, cunning and death.
Each symbol spun to the rhythm of the rings, as if telling a story no one could fully comprehend. It was a presence that did not belong solely to the physical plane. Was it a being sent by the universal consciousness, a herald of something yet to come? Or was it a reflection of the darkest mysteries of the cosmos, a manifestation of its hidden secrets?
The abysses within it seemed to whisper, calling out to the curious and the desperate, promising answers that could destroy both mind and soul.
"What is it?" This was the question that echoed among the nearby stars, in the matter spiraling toward its destruction. And the universe, in its vastness, remained silent.
Everything around the black hole seemed tranquilly chaotic. But its calm was an illusion, for its influence defied reality itself. Time twisted, fragmenting into eternal instants or vanishing in a blink. The mass of objects transformed, as if compressed by an invisible force, while space curved into impossible shapes, rendering distances meaningless.
It was not merely a physical phenomenon; it was as if this place were the threshold to a fifth dimension. Here, time, space, energy, and mass converged into an indivisible whole, governed by laws beyond comprehension. Everything seemed to whisper a single truth: This is no accident; it is intention.
It was more than a black hole. It was a portal to eternity, a place where reality itself seemed to disintegrate, giving way to something deeper, vaster, more unknown.
And suddenly, it began. Two billion years after those events, the realm of "TIME" shone brightly, beginning to stabilize the flow of time, as if the cosmos were finally recovering its lost rhythm.
The realm of the Phoenix, with its eternal radiance, began to form astronomical life around the black hole. Stars and planets were born and died in a continuous cycle, rising from the ashes of what once was.
The realm of the "Hollen," accompanied by the three dragons, ignited a spark of fire, bringing a vital force that drove the creation of new astronomical entities, granting them energy and dynamism.
But something was strange. The realms of the Tree and the Hyena remained dormant, absent from action, as if they were waiting for something, as if they were hidden in the shadows of creation. What was their purpose? Were they simply part of a cycle yet to be understood? Or perhaps their role lay beyond what the universal consciousness could comprehend?
And thus, the Milky Way was formed.