If I were to harness the power of my own thoughts and manipulate the fabric of space-time through sheer force of will, I could theoretically construct an enormous cosmic discotheque orbiting the event horizon of a supermassive black hole, where protons and electrons would gyrate and vortice to a cosmic beat, their swirling motion driven by the quantum resonance of Lovecraftian tentacles woven from the very threads of the universe itself.