If she survive, the tenderness will either be crushed out of her, or—and the outward semblance is the same-crushed so deeply into her heart that it can never show itself more.
But gravity is also the destroyer, because it's relentless, and for the most massive objects in the universe, for the most enormous stars, and the centres of galaxies, gravity will eventually crush matter out of existence.
And at the heart of the nebula will be a tiny beacon of light, the remnant of a star once more than a billion and a half kilometres across that has been crushed out of all recognition by gravity.
" I have no pity! I have no pity! The more the worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It is a moral teething; and I grind with greater energy, in proportion to the increase of pain."