Somewhere near the true center of the Prime Galaxy, gravity folded in on itself.
Two massive black holes circled one another in a slow, deliberate dance, their event horizons stretched and distorted by mutual pull. Space between them screamed under the strain, light bending into arcs that never escaped, time itself dragged thin and elongated. Any ordinary matter caught between them would have been torn apart long before it could form a thought.
Yet between those two singularities existed an anomaly.
A pocket of isolated space, carved by design, where opposing gravitational vectors canceled just enough to create stillness. Within that stillness hung a planet.
