As you approach the event horizon, your surfboard begins to warp and distort. The fabric of space-time around you becomes increasingly turbulent, like a cosmic washing machine filled with rogue waves and gravitational whirlpools.
You feel the rush of interdimensional energies coursing through your veins, urging you to ride the wave of chaos and uncertainty.
But be warned, surfer: the event horizon is not to be trifled with. Those who have attempted to traverse this boundary have never been seen again.
Or have they?