Juan Urrutia

A vast, dark cloud of gas stretched across the young universe. Inside it, like invisible fingers, magnetic field lines left over from the very birth of the cosmos threaded through. These fields act on charged particles, pushing them together, like a gentle breeze gathering fallen leaves into piles.

The Universe is a giant concert hall, where instead of walls and balconies, invisible clouds of dark matter float. This architectural ensemble is not static: it refracts and scatters the 'music' rushing through it — gravitational waves from merging black holes.