#Cosmic Legacy Challenge

[geminipixels]

Official Wedding Portraits of the Newlyweds.

[thepettymachine]

Welcome to Grey Meadows

[simsreaper]

Selling our album

[ladychaos]

April appreciation post. That's it.

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[wasabi-gumdrop]

the elden ring dlc story trailer just dropped so just letting you guys know that i’m gonna find a way to integrate elden ring lore into dunmeshi somehow because i need both stories like i need air to breathe

[wickedzeevyln]

Giant

Fragment of stars neither sleeping in myth nor lore hammered their time on the land. Son of the cosmos.At the edge of the chasm, he stood,his shadow stretched long against the stone,a dark echo cast by gleams of fading light, perplexed like us humans, strained enigma seared onto our skin, surprised through the mist disappear. The great mountain asked I,“what is there to conquer?”‘I pray you,’…

[talonabraxas]

Ouroboros Ouroboros meaning and origin The ouroboros symbol, often depicted as a snake eating its tail to form a circle, is one of the oldest and most recurring motifs in the mythology and iconography of various cultures around the world. Next, I will tell you about some of the most notable origins and meanings of ouroboros in different cultures: Ancient Egypt: One of the first known records of the ouroboros comes from ancient Egypt, where it was associated with the serpent Uraeus, a protective deity represented as a cobra. Ouroboros was related to the cycle of life, death and renewal, and was often found in amulets and funerary jewelry. It was also linked to the idea of ​​eternity and the unity of time. Ancient Greece: In Greek mythology, the ouroboros is sometimes associated with the serpent Ladon, who guarded the Garden of the Hesperides and is often depicted as a serpent eating its own tail. This symbol is related to the idea of ​​constant regeneration and the infinite cycle of nature. India: In Hindu tradition, the ouroboros is found in the image of the Ouroboros Ananta Shesha, the cosmic serpent that supports the god Vishnu as he floats in the cosmic ocean. This snake represents eternal time and the infinite cycle of creation and destruction in the universe. Alchemy: During the Middle Ages and Renaissance, the ouroboros became an important symbol in alchemy. It represented the union of opposites, such as the masculine principle (the Sun) and the feminine principle (the Moon), and symbolized transmutation and the search for the philosopher's stone, which conferred immortality. Other cultures: The ouroboros also appears in Chinese mythology, where it is known as the "Jade Dragon." Additionally, it is found in Mesoamerican cultures such as the Aztec, where it is associated with the feathered serpent Quetzalcoatl. The general meaning of the ouroboros is the idea of ​​an eternal cycle, renewal, the unity of opposites and eternity. It is also interpreted as a symbol of self-reflection and self-transcendence, where the individual seeks understanding and wisdom by exploring their own limitations and potentials. Overall, the paradox of the ouroboros challenges our conventional understanding of time, renewal, and the relationship between opposites. It invites contemplation and reflection on the interconnectedness of all things and the complex nature of existence. The paradox inherent in the symbol has made it a powerful and enduring motif in various cultures and philosophical traditions. In summary, the ouroboros is an ancient and universal symbol that has evolved throughout human history and culture, representing profound concepts related to the cyclical nature of life and the pursuit of wisdom and transcendence. His legacy endures to this day as a reminder of the richness and depth of human symbolic thought.

[mymoongirlreadings]

Placements Who Naturally Embrace the Divine Disruptor Life ❤️‍🔥

Sacred Rebellion Coded Placements: Natural catalysts, primal in energy, soul-led, self-owned, sacred, strong, fearless & have breakthrough coursing through their veins. Societal norms hate to see them coming because they're here to shake the system & awaken truth, rebuilding the world from the inside out. They're not here for ease--they're here for impact. Not to stay safe...to shift timelines.

Aries Placements (especially Moon) - Clear boundaries, able to say no without guilt & fierce self-prioritization

Aquarius Placements - The truth teller and pattern-breaker. Radiates individuality and often challenges inherited belief systems. Their purpose and life force are majorly connected to awakening collective consciousness through authenticity and innovation

Sagittarius, Gemini, or Virgo Placements - These placements are sovereign in their thinking and do things on purpose. They shake systems not always through force but from challenging perspectives, information and perception

Capricorn Placements 🪐 - These placements can dig deep within them to anchor themselves through to the end of their desired goal; they have the resilience to keep going even under pressure

Mars in Fire Signs (Aries, Leo, Sagittarius) - Fire tries things, they think fast, think bold & can take the leap before they're ready, fear can't hold them back, they are bravery IN MOTION

8th House Stellium or Strong Scorpio Energy - The taboo walker. Meant to face death, power, sexuality, and truth — and come out purified. Brings uncomfortable truths to light, but also births others into their power.

1st House Stellium - They came to Earth to write a new story where they take up space. The way they move creates ripples, and they're meant to embody their full identity by doing this unapologetically. They're not just being seen, they're transforming others through their embodiment. They're not here to wait for permission, they are the initiator energy.

Uranus in the 1st, 10th, or conjunct Sun/Mars - Radically authentic to who they are & refuses to conform. Came to awaken others

Pluto conjunct, sextile or trine Ascendant or Midheaven - Moves powerfully, intensely & are unmissable. They ignite others to look at their own power, whether others are comfortable or uncomfortable with that will be revealed. Others project fear or awe onto them & they're meant to continue rising through it

North Node in Aquarius, Aries, or Scorpio - Destiny is to lead through radical truth, individuality, or transformation. Aries NN: Warrior soul, meant to go first. Aquarius NN: Revolutionary thinker, rule-breaker. Scorpio NN: Rebirth royalty, destined to embrace power.

Aries Venus, Mars, or Lilith or Venus, Mars or Lilith at 1, 13 or 25 degrees - Beauty or desire becomes a weapon of liberation. Attracts through confidence, not compliance. Passionate, fierce, and often “too much” for people who fear feminine fire (the warmth, magnetism & power they hold)

Midheaven in Scorpio or Aquarius - Career path is meant to disrupt, awaken, and rebuild. Known for intensity, originality, or truth-telling. Their legacy is change.

Pluto in the 1st house or conjunctions, sextiles or trines to Pluto - If you have these placements, you were meant to burn down who you were told to be and rise as who you truly are. They are a walking initiation, and others either evolve in your presence or resist you, because they sense your power before you speak

Black Moon Lilith in the 1st house or conjunctions, sextiles or trines to BML - Truth > Approval. Whether through the body, voice, love, mind, or presence--you model what it means to live unowned, unashamed, and unafraid. You were coded for cosmic disruption, loving, living and embodying truth so fully that the old world falls away and a new one is born & rises in it's place, these are your weapons of light

[sorceresssundries]

The Githyanki Initiate

A Lae'zel prequel story

Art by the incredible @orangekittyenergy - please send her some love for it <3

Warnings: Violence, death, angst

Nestled deep within the Tears of Selûne a hollowed-out asteroid drifted silently through the sea of night, Its silhouette stark against the luminous backdrop of stars and swirling cosmic dust. This was no place for outsiders; it was a sanctified bastion of discipline, a fortress where tradition and honour were etched into the very stone.

Within its confines, the children of Gith were hatched, raised, and forged. Their raw, untamed potential was shaped by discipline and fire, hammered into the tempered steel of seasoned warriors. Here, the weak were culled without mercy, and only the strongest emerged, tested by relentless trials to serve Vlaakith, the eternal Lich-Queen and their pitiless God. 

Not just a training ground; it was a crucible where the young were stripped of weakness, reshaped by pain and perseverance, and reborn as the relentless warriors who would one day take their place among the stars; destined to continue the eternal war against their enemies. Every stone, every shadow, and every breath pulsed with the legacy of a people determined to conquer all, driven by a history of enslavement and a future of unyielding conquest. 

In Crèche K’liir the strong survived, and the weak were forgotten. 

At its heart was a vast chamber filled with the gruelling clang of clashing blades and the grunts of exertion. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and the crackling energy of psionic power, as recruits of all ages, from the youngest initiates to those on the brink of joining the Githyanki’s elite, honed their deadly skills under the vigilant eyes of seasoned instructors, their Varsh. The training grounds were meticulously divided into specialised sections, each designed to forge different aspects of combat mastery. Sparring arenas witnessed fierce one-on-one duels, where every strike could mean victory or death. Obstacle courses twisted through the grounds, designed to test not only physical agility but the recruits' strategic thinking and endurance. 

Every failure was a death sentence, and every success a stay of execution. It was barbarous, it was impersonal, it was necessary.

In these unforgiving environs, a lesson was unfolding - one that would be the most challenging, the most pivotal, ever taught to young Lae’zel of Crèche K’liir. 

She was ten years old, and she was about to be changed forever. 

Today, the weight of expectation pressed heavily on Lae’zel’s shoulders as Kith'rak Urlon, a towering figure of authority and unyielding discipline, observed the lesson. His cold, piercing gaze swept over the recruits, measuring their worth with an unreadable expression.

Lae’zel felt the intensity of his scrutiny, every movement of her body under the sharp focus of his eyes. She knew this was not just another lesson - it was a test, one that could define her path within the crèche and into the great beyond. If she was to become a Kith’rak and sit astride a Red Dragon, if she were to bring honour to her race and blaze the legacy of the Githyanki across the stars, it would all start here. Now.

There were no training swords, nor were there lighter, smaller blades meant for the soft hands of younglings. Lae’zel was an initiate of the Githyanki, and she would have her glory, or she would die chasing it. 

With the precision of a seasoned warrior, she sparred against her peers, her blade a blur of calculated strikes. One by one, she disarmed her opponents, her skill evident in the fluidity of her movements and the sharpness of her mind. Finally, she faced a young boy, a cousin from her clutch. Their clash was brief but brutal. With a swift, decisive strike, she brought him to his knees, his weapon clattering to the ground.

As the boy gasped for breath, Lae’zel stood over him, her heart pounding not from exertion but from the realisation that all eyes were on her. Kith'rak Urlon stepped forward, his heavy boots echoing against the stone floor, and stopped before her. His expression was inscrutable, but his words were laced with a cold, hard edge.

“Impressive,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “Your ferocity and tactics are commendable, Lae’zel.”

A flicker of pride surged within her, though she kept her expression neutral. “Thank you, Kith'rak.”

“Tell me,” he continued, his tone more probing, “have you made your first kill?”

The question struck her like a physical blow. Though her training had prepared her for this moment, she hadn’t expected it to come so soon. Still, she met his gaze unflinchingly. “I have not, Kith'rak, but I eagerly await the day my blade is baptised in blood.”

He remained impassive. “That day is today,” he declared. He gestured to the boy she had just bested. “Kill him.”

For a heartbeat, hesitation flickered across Lae’zel’s face. The boy knelt before her, his breath ragged. The weight of the command, the finality of it, pressed like too-tight armour against her chest.

They were children. And as her eyes met his, memores stirred within her, bittersweet and fleeting, like a ghost from a time that no longer belonged to them.

She knew him well, he was from her clutch, the same group of young Githyanki raised together from the time they could toddle. They had studied the same ancient texts, shared the same meals in the cold, cavernous mess hall, and endured the same gruelling lessons. There were nights when, after the day’s brutality, they had found moments of quiet together. They would sit at the edge of the great asteroid, looking out at the vastness of space, watching as the lights of far-off worlds twinkled in the distance, promising future conquests. In those quiet moments, they had shared all the possibilities that were waiting for them. The battles they could face, the precious knowledge they could gather.

Entire worlds were theirs to conquer, they had the pride of the Githyanki and the impenetrable imagination of children. 

“What will you become?” Lae’zel had asked him, as she dreamt of her own future. 

He had paused for a while, before answering her. “Whatever I want.”

This was before sharper blades had been pushed into their gentle little hands. Before their futures had been decided and they still had the sweet, innocent privilege of being able to dream one for themselves and to get lost in the bright adventures of tomorrow, the way children often do. But, time has a way of sharpening the softness of youth. What was once a world of limitless possibilities slowly narrowed into a path they had no choice but to walk. Their laughter became battle cries, duty replaced dreaming, and wonder, which had once been boundless, was now shackled, locked away, and eventually… forgotten.

She stared at him now. He was steady, unafraid, despite the certainty of what was about to happen. Knowing him made her proud. Knowing him made her hesitate. Only for a moment, but long enough. 

“Perhaps I was wrong about you, Lae’zel,” Urlon said, his voice dripping with disdain. “Perhaps you lack the ruthlessness required to honour Vlaakith”

His words were a dagger to her pride. The very idea that she could fail, that she might be deemed unworthy in the eyes of her people and their queen, ignited a fire within her. She could feel the eyes of her fellow recruits on her, the raw heat of their judgement. The pressure was immense, suffocating.

“If you cannot fulfil this command, then perhaps you are the one who needs to be culled.” He gestured to three other initiates, waiting patiently at the sidelines.

 “Execute her,” he ordered them coldly.

Something pulled tight snapped within Lae’zel. This would not be the end of her legacy. Her grip tightened on her blade, and without a second thought, she whirled to face the approaching students. Her eyes narrowed as she assessed the threat, she had the calculated mind of a warrior who knew she was outnumbered and outsized… but far from outmatched. 

The first initiate charged with a war cry and Lae’zel dropped into Hrath Ajak, the battle stance known for its precision and fluidity. Her muscles coiled like a spring, and as he brought his sword down in a sweeping arc meant to cleave her in two, Lae’zel darted to the side, her body a blur of motion. His blade met only air, and before he could recover, she was inside his guard, her blade flashing up to slice across his unprotected thigh. With a quick pivot, she thrust her sword into his side, between the plates of his armour. He collapsed, his eyes wide with shock as life was snuffed from them. 

The second initiate lunged at her with a snarl, his blade slashing toward her with well-honed viscousness. Lae’zel twisted her body, just barely evading the strike, but the tip of his sword slashed down her face, leaving a burning line of pain. Blood welled up from the cut and trickled into her mouth, and she spat scarlet onto the floor at his feet and hissed at him in response.

The pain was a whetstone, and she sharpened herself against it.

He advanced, each step deliberate, each swing of his sword aimed to overpower her. Lae’zel danced backward, her movements fluid, conserving her energy as she let him tire himself out. She was smaller, lighter on her feet, and she used it to her advantage. She ducked under a wild swing and darted around him, her blade flicking out to slash at the back of his knee. He staggered but didn’t fall, turning to face her with a growl of frustration. Before the growl was finished, she drew her blade across neck, silencing him with a swift, ruthless strike. He was still spluttering blood as the third soldier attempted to approach her from behind. 

He was the largest of the three, and Lae’zel knew she couldn’t match his strength, so she did not try.  He pressed his attack, striking harder each time, trying to crush her beneath his superior size. Lae’zel’s breath came in short, controlled bursts as she parried his blows, her arms shaking from the force behind each of his hits.

As he brought his sword down in a powerful overhead strike, Lae’zel dropped to the ground, rolling beneath his swing and coming up behind him. She darted around him, her movements quick and unpredictable, her blade slashing at every exposed piece of flesh she could find. Finally, she saw her chance. As he brought his sword up for another heavy blow, she leapt upwards, and thrust her blade under his chin and out through the top of his skull.

Lae’zel stood amidst the fallen, bloodied but unbent, her chest heaving with adrenaline. Salt from her sweat dripped into the gash across her face—it stung fiercely, mingling with the taste of iron on her lips. She felt the pain but did not acknowledge it.

She turned back to the boy, her cousin who she had once gazed at the stars with and asked about his future, and In a single, fluid motion, she drove her blade between his ribs and into his heart. 

His corpse slumped to the ground with the others. 

Kith'rak Urlon watched her with a neutral expression. 

There was a beat where she expected the swing of his sword to drive her to the same fate, but she was spared. 

“You will make a fine soldier, Lae’zel. Report directly to me tomorrow and we will continue your training.”

Lae’zel, still breathing heavily, bowed but did not bother to wipe the blood from her blade as she sheathed it. Let the blood of her kin stain the floor beneath her feet. She cast one last glance at the bodies on the ground before leaving them behind. 

Something had ended today, and something else began. There was no going back. 

Later that night, she sat alone in the Great Library of K’liir. Her ten short years were but a single, unpolished stone against the tower of ancient knowledge surrounding her. She was small, a solitary figure in the vastness, the low orange candlelight throwing shadows that loomed large behind her. In her small hands, still caked with the blood of her kin, she gripped a Githyanki Disc - her gold eyes danced over it, reading the story of her people as though it were a fairytale. To a frail and fanciful human, it might have seemed just that: knights clashing with dragons, the slaying of monstrous horrors. But, this was her history, and her future. She would be a hero to sail the astral sea and bring glory to her kin. She would drag a mind flayer’s severed head through the halls of her people and mount a dragon whose fiery breath would set the stars alight.

She would not just be a part of history; she would make it.

She read the disc in her hands for the third time. 

There is no other race as proud, as fierce, or as deserving of the stars as the Githyanki. We are the survivors of enslavement, the conquerors of our oppressors, and the raiders of countless worlds. We, who have risen from the chains of the Illithids, stand as the eternal guardians of the Astral Plane.

Without our vigilant guardianship, the Illithid parasites would spread like a blight across the cosmos, an uncontrollable plague that devours life and enslaves our people. These soulless creatures would have turned the stars themselves into a wasteland. It is by our hand, our unwavering resolve, that such a fate has been averted. While other races allow their emotions to cloud their judgement, we possess the strength to cast aside such weaknesses and do what must be done. A Githyanki does not falter.

Our brutality is not born of cruelty for its own sake, but of necessity. We do not shy away from the hard choices, the difficult actions that must be taken to preserve the balance of power. It is our destiny to bring order to the chaos that lesser beings have allowed to fester. 

We are the blade that cuts through decay, the fire that purges weakness, the storm that reshapes worlds.

Vlaakith gha'g shkath zai.

After reading it so many times the words became etched in her mind, she walked with aching muscles and a heaviness in her bones over to the great statue of Vlaakith that stood vigilant over the room where the history of her people was held. 

The Lich-Queen’s carved eyes seemed to pierce into Lae’zel’s very soul, demanding her fealty, her submission, her all.

She let herself have one final, mournful thought of a cousin who she had once sat with and talked of the future, before gripping the pommel of her blooded sword and vowing to never hesitate again. One day her sword would be silver, and she would be tethered to no-one, only Vlaakith.

Never again would she sit idly and watch the sun and stars with another, nor let the colours of a hopeful sky warm her days or glimmer with promises of what could be. There was no more colour, no more softness. There was only the red of blood and the black of death.

Lae’zel of Crèche K’liir, was a child no more.

[ladybugmania]

Fake Katy Perry V's Real Katie Perry

There are two Katy Perrys, one, a global pop star with millions at her fingertips; the other, a hardworking Australian fashion designer who, long before the bright lights and stadium tours, registered her name and built her brand from the ground up.

In a case that highlights the brutal imbalance between the rich and the self-made, Katy Perry the singer (born Katheryn Hudson) mercilessly bulldozed over Katy Perry the designer. Despite the designer holding a legitimate trademark for the name in Australia since 2008, the pop singer and her team went ahead and sold clothing under the same name during her tours, knowingly infringing. And when challenged in court, the singer's team not only fought tooth and nail to overpower the designer, but also dragged her through years of emotional and financial turmoil. The court sided with the designer, but by then, the damage had been done.

This wasn’t just a case about clothes. This was about power. The kind of power that money buys. It’s about entitlement, the kind that allows someone famous to say, “I’ll do what I want,” because they can.

Katy Perry the pop star, wrapped in her shiny costumes and sugar-coated persona, recently took a “flight” that wasn’t to space but was pitched like some transcendent cosmic experience. Yet there’s more space in her hollow head than in the upper atmosphere. Instead of giving insight or meaning to the journey, she turned it into another vapid ego-trip, speaking like a yoga influencer trying to sound profound but saying absolutely nothing. The performance was cringe-worthy, more of a spectacle than an awakening, much like her public image: fake, curated, and painfully disconnected from reality.

She speaks of love, unity, and light. But behind her smile, there’s the shadow of something far less pure. The fashion designer Katy Perry suffered not just from legal attacks, but from the spiritual venom of a woman who looks like an angel but moves like a demon.

“And no wonder, for even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light.” — 2 Corinthians 11:14

There is something deeply pathetic, even demonic, about the need to destroy another woman’s legacy, her name, her very identity, just because you can. This is not just a cautionary tale; it’s a condemnation of the way fame and fortune can mask cruelty, and how celebrity worship blinds the world to injustice.

This is a story of two Katy Perrys. One built a name. The other bought the right to destroy it. One tells the truth. The other hides behind glitter and camera flashes.

And in the end, the mask always slips.

Princess Katy Perry, you are a pathetic fake handbag. We finally see through you. We see through the fake facade.

And if you want us to believe that you are about love and whatever jiberish you made up after that huge astronomical tour you and the rest of Charlies angels did! Make up for the fuck up you caused to another fellow woman you deceptively decided to destroy.

End of story.

[phoenixrisingastro]

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[geminipixels]

Generation 1 spares from my Cosmic Legacy Gameplay.

Notes:

These are the two brothers of my heir, Mercedes. And the sons of my founder, Cyrus.

Bleu is the Eldest Brother, while Saint is the Youngest.

They do contain custom content in their package files. And utilize Sliders and Skin detail makeup.

Feel free to add them to your game and tag me if using them.

Use them to populate towns, in your gameplay or as base sims. Changing them to fit your sim style is fine.

Add their .package files to your mods folder. Feel free to message me if you'd perfer their .sim files or sims3packs.

Also, credits and much love to all the CC creators whose custom content was used 💞. ( Rollo-rolls, enless, simsimi-sims, pinkdahlia, nemiga-sims-archive, eruwen, vmsims23,nectar-cellar, simtanico, elitisim)

Bleu Ray || Saint Lawrence

They may appear slightly different in your game due to my gshade, lightning mod, default eyes and skin and slider. My slider settings are set to 2 for facial and 1 for body.

My sliders are all from OneEuroMutt found here.

My default eyes are from here by Brntwaffles.

My default skin is made by @nectar-cellar found here.

[thepettymachine]

With that being said, Generation 1 is complete

Goodbye Bridgeport!!

[simsreaper]

The gigs just keep coming and coming

[ladychaos]

Normal uneventful days are always precious.

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[mysticstronomy]

HOW ARE BLACK HOLES CREATED, AND HOW DO THEY GROW??

Blog#461

Wednesday, December 11th, 2024

Welcome back,

In 2017, astronomers started finding monster black holes in the very early universe. Containing roughly a billion times the mass of our Sun, these black holes were surrounded by disks of infalling matter shining so intensely that we can detect them across immense stretches of space and time.

These gravitational giants existed when the universe was only 700 million years old, or 5 percent its current age. At that point in cosmic history, the universe was still a toddler. Gravity was just beginning to rein in clouds of gas and dark matter to form structures that would later evolve into mature spiral and elliptical galaxies. Stars were beginning to pop into being, but they do today.

According to the traditional picture of black hole formation and growth, the universe at this time simply had not existed long enough for black holes to bulk up to a billion solar masses.

So, based on our general understanding of how black holes form and grow, these black holes should not exist.

And yet they do — posing a major challenge that astrophysicists have yet to unravel.

Quasars are brightly shining beacons of light and energy generated by the accretion of material onto supermassive black holes. In the 1990s, astronomers using a combination of ground- and space-based telescopes started to find extremely distant quasars powered by black holes of a billion or more solar masses.

By the mid-2010s, it was no longer a big deal to find quasars dating back to 1 billion or 2 billion years after the Big Bang. But theorists had a difficult time explaining how such massive black holes could have arisen so soon in the universe’s history.

For quasars and other objects that existed many billions of years ago, it’s meaningless to express their distances in terms of light-years. The universe has expanded so much between then and now that astronomers instead refer to an object’s redshift, which is a measurement of how much cosmic expansion has stretched the object’s light toward redder (longer) wavelengths.

For years, astronomers such as the University of Arizona’s Xiaohui Fan have been identifying quasars at redshifts as high as 6, when the universe was about 900 million years old. They’ve even found a few around redshift 7, which corresponds to an era when the universe was about 735 million years old. But in late 2017, an international team led by Eduardo Bañados of the Carnegie Institution for Science announced a quasar at a record-shattering redshift of 7.54. This quasar, designated J1342+0928 (J1342 for short), based on its sky coordinates in Boötes, was radiating 40 trillion Suns’ worth of energy at a time when the universe was only 690 million years old.

The team found J1342 by mining data from NASA’s Wide-field Infrared Survey Explorer satellite, the United Kingdom Infrared Telescope Deep Sky Survey Large Area Survey, and the DECam Legacy Survey. They used the 6.5-meter Magellan Telescope in Chile to measure the quasar’s redshift, while observations with the 8-meter Gemini North Telescope in Hawaii enabled the team to estimate the black hole’s mass: around 800 million Suns.

Originally published on https://www.astronomy.com

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