The eyes of a blackhole we're more filled, more bright, but never more light.

  Those very eyes saw clearly and true, the royal chamber she mediums.

  But what she saw was no royalty, but maidens, beautiful like an ending star. Their tears and quiet sobs we're the same, genuine and tame.

  "Goddess, Goddess! May the start reign! May the blessing for us all be not in vain!"

  "Goddess, Goddess! embrace me! Let me touch!"

  "Goddess, Goddess!"

  And so it went on. And on, and on. But Goddess did not answer. She just looked into her reflection.

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  The king came to meet Goddess, in the same haze, shaking her hand with wild abandon and faint tears that matched his painfully big smile.

  No answer, for Goddess knew every action and answer for every action and answer.

  Going to the center of the kingdom, Goddess was amidst millions of people.

  Dancing in a frantic manner and singing a telltale so loud that your eardrums would shatter, and they did, repeatedly.

  Folk of the kingdom tried to touch the Goddess, all did, killing each other and themselves just to graze her divine self. Over and over, she revived and restored them.

  For a cosmic micro instant, everything went away. Not just the kingdom and the sound, but all the realms too. There was nothing.

  No darkness, and no light to fill it up. Just Goddess. In the center.

  With a gentle sigh she speaks, her tone ancient yet beautiful.

  "This time was truly the last. I say that but i know better. This makes 78.573.836.375.295.901.592.511.482.794.184.038.582.237th time."

  In that same cosmical micro instant, everything returns as it was.

  The festival and divinely worshipping parade continued as if nothing happened. Because for them, it did not.