GenZCreatives
"Slow down, you cosmic dustbin!" shouted the Dreamcatcher, vaulting over a wailing hedge of glass orchids as the black hole muscled its way through a parade of levitating office chairs. It turned, gravity warping the street lamps around it into spaghetti, and shrugged with a ripple of event horizons.
"You know what they say," the black hole replied, voice like the echo of a scream in an abandoned planetarium. "You miss every shot you don't collapse."
The Dreamcatcher sighed-briefly, as every exhale tasted like burnt marshmallows in this quadrant. "Could we not vaporize the city for once?" she called, pirouetting along a bridge made of honeyed sunlight that melted behind her. "Maybe settle our differences with a game of cosmic bingo?"
The black hole's laugh was a series of gravitational lensing hiccups. "Fond as I am of bingo, have you seen these city hall budget cuts? I eat