Golden scissors held by golden finger tips deftly cut a perfect square from the lactodermal sheet, revealing a hidden surface. A lacquered meniscus, crowning in the absence of ceiling, rounds out the four angles of the aperture. It is the opposite of a black hole, imparting a paradoxical warmth on every encounter.
A gloved hand breaches the event horizon, and inserts a straw into the timeless liquid. Capillary action draws golden milk upward to the third eye. Peering down into a void where everything ceases to be, Forever performs surgery on the sun.