When Galaxies Eat, Time Becomes a Knife I wanted to show 300 million years collapsing into a single wound: two spirals locked in consumption, their tidal tails unspooling like nerves while a lensing array cuts the background into duplicate memories. Here I ask how a finite mind stands in the vertigo of time as starburst scars flare H‑alpha and OIII, a Thorne‑Żytkow ember bleeds metals, and black hole throats pull the future forward. This image investigates violent beauty and inevitability by making gravity visible—ripped dust lanes, photon rings, and impossible membranes—until the viewer feels the edge where comprehension shears.