You cannot escape.

Black Hole Bun is 28 centimeters tall and filled with the kind of gravity that bends both light and logic. Its fur is deep-space black with burning red paws and stitched yellow accents that suggest a body barely held together. This plush is not soft because it is kind. It is soft because the void is patient.

The orange tie is not fashion. It is a relativistic jet. It represents matter accelerated near the speed of light and hurled into the universe as a warning.

One long ear is marked with the infinity symbol. It reminds you that nothing truly ends. Everything is consumed. Everything becomes part of the whole.

This is not a toy you place in your home. This is a presence that arrives. Hug it if you like. But know that once it is in your orbit, you are already gone.