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... erve as the "Wall of Sigh" separating the two star fields.

According to the scanning results of the sentinel array placed on the edge of this scorpion, its currently known widest point is at least 20,000 light-years, and the length directly cuts the spiral galaxy into two halves, which is more than 200,000 light-years. long.

The central supermassive black hole used to maintain the overall shape of the vortex is divided into the "upper three spiral arms". With the separation of this ...

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