The consciousness of the galactic core black hole was screaming.
Not in sound in gravitational waves that rippled through spacetime itself, carrying the anguish of a mind so vast and powerful that its smallest thoughts reshaped reality around them.
"Translation protocols are failing," River reported, sweat beading on their forehead as they struggled to maintain bridge consciousness contact with an entity whose awareness spanned light-years. "Every time it has an emotion, it accidentally creates or destroys solar systems."
"Current damage assessment?" I asked, though I dreaded the answer.
"Seventeen star systems reorganized into spiral patterns because it was feeling nostalgic about the galaxy's formation. Three nebulae compressed into diamond-hard crystal formations when it experienced
