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... d by the intense gravity and making him feel like a string of noodles. The violent forces at play were enough to tear someone apart.
No ordinary living thing could withstand the gravity well that was growing here. Space – even time – was inexplicably drawn to a dark center. Anything, regardless of its strength or vitality, was doomed to destruction upon crossing the event horizon.
“This is what the flows of time and space feel like...”
Cloudhawk hovered on the ...
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