How long is a collision that never stops happening?
Where does a beginning end when it drags its future behind it?
When Gravity Learns to Write Its Own Name. Two bright shapes meet at the exact center of the frame — one a serrated neon ribbon, the other a dense, glass-dark mass veined with magenta fire. At their boundary, color fractures into time and matter folds like paper — and this is where the image means that inevitability is a geometry, not a choice.