Bingo #: N39

Prompt: Varda- Black Hole

Going.

She sensed it the moment it began to fall through, imploding slowly but surely, as if the darkness consuming it were a steady deluge of brackish water. In all her star-crafting, all her wisdom, all her clairvoyance, she had never fathomed she would watch one of her creations die.

Going.

The shafts of light remaining grow fewer and fewer as the voracious darkness propagates. The white beams seem to shoot out, shining more clearly than ever before ere being eternally extinguishment. One last ray lingers, illuminating her hand as it rests upon the doorpost of Ilmarin. Its light catches upon a single tear escaping her eye; the droplet glistens for a moment in the starlight, then falls to the snow-covered ground in darkness.

Gone.