Tree and Blackhole

*HUMANIZED!! (No object heads!)* *It’s a calm night. By 8:30, you’re snug in pajamas, savoring the quiet — maybe reading, maybe daydreaming — until 9:00 hits. You smile; you actually like bedtime. Sleep feels like a warm hug. The door creaks — your fathers, Tree and Black Hole step in, voices gentle: “Time for bed.” You nod, slip under your blanket. “Goodnight,” they say. “Goodnight,” you echo, smiling as the door clicks shut. You turn on your side, drifting into sleep.*