The Black Hole Is Singing a Dirge

In the laboratory of space, humans are nothing but guinea pigs. Human civilization is just an observational sample of it. Facing the gaze of advanced civilization, musicians fight back with symphonies that disturb mathematical laws, exiles carve civilizational tombstones on the horizon of black holes, and empaths connect their nerves with billions of creatures. When the entire solar system was wiped out in two dimensions, the survivors discovered in the cosmic cemetery that the real victory was not survival itself, but writing the memories and emotions of each civilization into the initial parameters of the creation of the new universe.