<lora:SW_PoecticV5preview4_zit:1> z1os. A vast black hole hangs at the heart of a sprawling nebula, its presence defined not by shape but by absence, a perfect sphere of darkness that devours all light. Around it, the nebula swirls in luminous bands of teal, violet, and deep crimson, gas and dust stretched into spiraling currents that resemble an immense cosmic whirlpool. Several planets are caught in this celestial storm, their surfaces glowing faintly as they reflect the nebula’s colors. Some appear fractured or scorched, their atmospheres torn into long streaming tails that arc toward the event horizon. The black hole’s accretion disk burns with an intense, cold brilliance, a ring of compressed matter spinning at unimaginable speed, casting sharp highlights across the drifting planetary bodies and illuminating the nebula’s inner folds. The scene is filled with motion and distortion, as gravity bends light into warped arcs and elongated streaks, creating a subtle lensing effect that curves the stars and planets behind the black hole. Depth is immense and layered, with nearer gas clouds appearing dense and textured while distant regions fade into a soft, glowing haze. Fine particles shimmer like cosmic dust, catching light and enhancing the sense of scale. There is no traditional blur, but the gravitational distortion itself creates a visual smearing and stretching of forms, as if space is being pulled and twisted. The overall atmosphere feels both violent and mesmerizing, a balance between radiant color and overwhelming darkness, where entire worlds drift precariously at the edge of oblivion.