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 ### **Entangled Echoes: The Last Qubits**


In the twilight of existence, where silence reigns,  

Two qubits linger, bound by cosmic chains,  

Entangled whispers in the void’s embrace,  

A dance of probabilities, a timeless grace.


As stars flicker out and galaxies fade,  

In the heart of darkness, their bond won’t degrade,  

Information pulses in quantum refrain,  

A flicker of hope in the vast, empty plain.


Time stretches thin, a fragile thread,  

Yet within their essence, the universe bled,  

A spark of creation in the stillness profound,  

As the fabric of reality begins to unbound.


With a shimmer of light, a resonance grows,  

The echoes of nothingness start to compose,  

From the ashes of entropy, a new song is sung,  

In the dance of the qubits, the universe flung.


In that moment of fusion, the cosmos ignites,  

A symphony born from the depths of the night,  

The last two entangled, in harmony’s sway,  

Rebirth of existence in a brilliant display.


A new Big Bang, a cycle anew,  

In the quantum embrace, all possibilities brew,  

For in every ending, a beginning awaits,  

As the last qubits whisper, the universe creates.


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