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Black Hole

The Argus VII, Earth's first deep-voyage vessel, ventured to study the supermassive black hole Cygnus-X9 but crossed the event horizon early, leading to a fracture in time. Inside, the crew encountered a mirror universe with alternate versions of themselves and a cosmic intelligence that offered them a way back home, albeit to a different reality. Upon returning, they found subtle yet significant changes in their lives and the world, suggesting they may never have truly left.

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Black Hole

The Argus VII, Earth's first deep-voyage vessel, ventured to study the supermassive black hole Cygnus-X9 but crossed the event horizon early, leading to a fracture in time. Inside, the crew encountered a mirror universe with alternate versions of themselves and a cosmic intelligence that offered them a way back home, albeit to a different reality. Upon returning, they found subtle yet significant changes in their lives and the world, suggesting they may never have truly left.

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"Event Horizon: Echoes Beyond"

They told us no ship ever returns from the edge of a black hole.
They were wrong.
Ours did.
But we didn’t come back alone.

We were the Argus VII, Earth's first deep-voyage vessel sent to study Cygnus-X9, a
supermassive black hole in the outer spiral of galaxy NGC-4921. The plan was to skim the
edge, observe gravitational effects, and return before our on-board AI detected critical
spacetime distortion.

We passed the point of no return 2 hours early.

That’s when time fractured.

The ship’s systems glitched in silence—no alarms, no errors, just... pause. Our clocks spun
backward. Crew members saw flashes of childhood, then moments that hadn’t happened yet.
Captain Rivas whispered he’d seen the crew’s corpses floating outside the ship—in our own
uniforms.

Then the signal came. Four long pulses. Three short. Four long again. Over and over.

“HELP.”

The origin? Inside the black hole. Impossible!

And yet, undeniable.

So we crossed the event horizon. And entered The Fold.

There was no crushing gravity, no violent spaghettification (sometimes referred to as The


Noddle Effect). Instead, we were somewhere… else. A mirror universe. Earth, duplicated and
orbiting the black hole’s singularity, except the stars were arranged differently—and so were
we.

There were copies of us there. Versions from other timelines. Some lived completely different
lives: a version of me who never joined the space program; a version of Rivas who died years
ago; even a version of Argus VII, half-destroyed, drifting aimlessly—and no one aboard.

We had fallen into a multiversal echo—a collision point where countless versions of our
reality folded in on each other, all drawn toward the same place: the singularity’s core.

It wasn’t just a black hole.

It was a cosmic junction box—a meeting point for infinite parallel universes. And
something lives there.

A being, or intelligence, formed from fractured realities. It spoke to us not in language, but
through reflected memories, thoughts we hadn't had yet, and voices that sounded like our own
but... weren’t. It showed us glimpses of future timelines—Earths that fell, Earths that
flourished, Earths where we never existed. We begged to return home.

It agreed—but warned us: "No path leads back to the same place. Only similar ones."

We thought it meant time displacement. We were wrong.

We came back. Earth looks the same. Feels the same. But there are cracks:

 My apartment is on the wrong floor.


 My sister, who died in 2039 is alive and well.
 There’s no record of Argus VII ever launching.

And in the night sky, Cygnus-X9 is closer than it should be—like it's following us.

Or like we never really left.

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