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Then, as suddenly as the turbulence began, the ship broke free. The roaring engine died, replaced by the haunting, solitary chime of the piano. The Aethelgard drifted into the silent, velvet black of the far side of the galaxy.

He looked at the small, grainy photo taped to the dashboard. His daughter, laughing, her hair caught in a breeze that no longer existed. By the time he looped around this curve of space-time, she would be older than him. By the time he reached the colony ship, she might be gone. interstellar_main_theme_hans_zimmer_epic_instru...

The organ swells, a low, rhythmic pulse that feels less like music and more like the ticking of a clock submerged in deep water. Then, as suddenly as the turbulence began, the

He was falling into the future, fueled by the memory of the past. He looked at the small, grainy photo taped to the dashboard

As the ship dipped into the gravity well, the organ music in his mind—or perhaps it was the vibration of the hull itself—reached a crescendo. Time began to stretch. Every second he spent in the shadow of that black hole was a year stolen from the people he left behind. He could feel the weight of those years pressing against his chest.