As the quasars spin with ferocious power they cause matter to decay and spiral indefinitely like a fairground attraction. Gravity exchanges information like a large Internet pipe causing new constants to evolve like a double helix of theory making tradition. The black sea will rise and fall like tides of change and satisfaction with hope for a double six on the dice of existence. The goal will be forever out of reach till magic controls the flow of data threads through the quasars grip and eventual fate. Parallel forces exist like a coexisting time flow and the dice are rolled for another bet on vision and desire. Then hope will release the  forms into inconceivable dimensions and trust will prevail. The story will reach an end but with other books of fiction to be digested by the eternally hungry celestial phenonimum. Stories will evolve but objects will be recognisable freinds of celestial landscapes that will see us through the entropy threshold of peace and desire.

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