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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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