Imagine
you’re a being in 4D.
You hold the universe
like a cup of tea:
warm, delicate,
unfolding slowly in your palm.
You watched its birth,
the trembling stretch of space—
a moment for you,
an eternity for us.
Now picture this:
two black holes,
swollen with mass,
drifting toward one another
at your quiet command.
They collide.
And in that union,
you witness the impossible:
a mushroom cloud,
blooming in the fabric of reality—
brief,
brilliant,
and gone.
A ripple,
a hush.
Like breath on a mirror.
Nothing remains but the memory
of how it unfurled
and dissolved
into emptiness.
Then you recall
our universe
is still expanding.
Like that cloud.
Like that moment.
A slow, exquisite stretch
toward silence.
And one day
we too
will thin into nothing.
Not with a bang.
Not with a cry.
But with a whisper
so vast
no one will be left to hear it.
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 1:51 PM UTC
Imagine
you’re a being in 4D.
You hold the universe
like a cup of tea:
warm, delicate,
unfolding slowly in your palm.
You watched its birth,
the trembling stretch of space—
a moment for you,
an eternity for us.
Now picture this:
two black holes,
swollen with mass,
drifting toward one another
at your quiet command.
They collide.
And in that union,
you witness the impossible:
a mushroom cloud,
blooming in the fabric of reality—
brief,
brilliant,
and gone.
A ripple,
a hush.
Like breath on a mirror.
Nothing remains but the memory
of how it unfurled
and dissolved
into emptiness.
Then you recall
our universe
is still expanding.
Like that cloud.
Like that moment.
A slow, exquisite stretch
toward silence.
And one day
we too
will thin into nothing.
Not with a bang.
Not with a cry.
But with a whisper
so vast
no one will be left to hear it.
Thank you for reading :)
