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In the hush o’ the heavens, a star sighs its last, Its breath drawn deep by gravity’s clasp. A speck, a singular whisper in the void, Where nae light lingers, nae soul escapes. The event horizon—dark’s solemn border— A ring o’ silence where time forgets tae tick. Aye, the universe bends, folds, and weaves, Threads o’ space drawn taut by unseen hands. Quantum ghosts dance in pairs unseen, One lost tae the maw, the ither set free. A flicker, a farewell, Hawking’s soft glow, The black hole weeps in particles of light. Einstein’s dream, a warped ballet o’ mass, Ergospheres spin, tearing time’s own cloth. Gas flares in fiery spirals, jets scream, As the cosmos watches wi’ bated breath. And yet, within the dark, a question burns: Are these voids but doors tae mirrored realms? Do truths dissolve or shift their shape, In paradox, in fire, in quantum haze? So sing we now, in Scots and starlit verse, O’ the black hole’s draw, the edge o’ ken. A song for the seekers, the dreamers, the lost— At