Where Gravity Teaches Two Bodies One Name I wanted to show inevitability as mutual deformation: twin barred cores of molten obsidian glass twist each other open while a nacre-bright starburst seam detonates along their shared wound. Here I ask if time can be held as distance—the tidal ribbons run blue-to-rust along their length—while dark-matter caustic sheets fold like smoked mylar, making the viewer feel the chest-tight pull of a space that will not let go.