Gravity flipped through the notebook in his hands, legs crossed, seated atop the earthy-brown Stellar Ring. The battle had long since ended, and the pages detailed the meticulously memorized steps of his plan. It wasn't that he doubted his memory; he simply revisited the familiar contents to steady the turbulence in his heart.
At this moment, Mr. Gravity was a little nervous.
Behind him, the simulated celestial body had grown to the size of a basketball court. Its ochre surface bore dark red streaks, rotating slowly with its ring. Several meters of soil had been scraped from the ground, and at the base of the Star of Gravity, small palm-sized clumps of earth were continuously captured by its gravitational pull, rising slowly to merge with the sphere—like a famished glutton secretly nibbling away despite restraint. The faint hum of air friction murmured in the background, akin to white noise, which Gravity had deliberately left undisturbed.
