Yo, truth. This is creepy as heck and it’s wonderful. I mean, can you imagine being on the precipice of this, looking into it? Bigger than you can almost really comprehend at once, its walls a constantly moving, churning mass of stars and colours that stretch down, down, deeper than you can see, possibly forever. Feeling so tiny and insignificant as you look at the colossal, universal melting-pot that holds the souls of every Soldier who’s died.
IDK, maybe it’s just me. I’ve always been creeped out by really big things. Kinda like how I feel when I look at Blue Holes.