I devoured and devoured. But as it consumed the fleeing matter, the space—with its infinite strechon—began to fracture, one rift after another. With countless cracks in its wake, the universe became a shattered tapestry of fractal, disconnected voids—impassable, severed by stretches of inverted gravity and endlessly drawn space.
Only the smallest particles remained—photons, stretched beyond measure, thinned to the brink of nonexistence.
The space immediately surrounding me had already been devoured—by me. Nothing remained. There was no path left, no bridge to span the distances born of the eternal stretch. The fractures had severed every corridor, and the voids that now filled the universe were utterly disconnected.
What became of the living beings scattered across this universe? I did not know.Or perhaps... I did. They must have been annihilated, evaporated in the instant spacetime itself inverted. Not even the luxury of comprehension—just obliteration in a fraction of a millisecond.
Now, all that lay before me was void—fractured, countless, and unreachable.Every morsel of matter within my reach had already been consumed.
The universe remained silent.No more motion stirred in its remains. It was as if the cosmos itself had forgotten it ever existed, numbed by millions of years under the dominion of reversed gravity.
There was no more energy for movement.No momentum.No memory.Just a universe that had ended, yet continued—hollow, unmoving, and mute.
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Millions, or perhaps billions of years passed.Still, I was the only one standing—the final force in this weak, frozen universe.My creed still held its power, but the power had lost its meaning. It had already been proven—I could not pass beyond this universe.
And yet, strangely, that truth didn't bother me.I didn't know why.But over time, I stopped caring to know.
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Trillions of years slipped by.Still, nothing.No movement.No presence.Only my endless evaporation, and the creed that sustained me.
Yet somehow, I felt truly at peace.There was nothing to burden me, nothing to disrupt this stillness.The human instincts—to eat, to sleep, to fear—had long withered.And with them, the noise of longing and sorrow.
For many, socializing might have been their last thread to joy—a fragile tether to meaning.But not for me.Even when I was human, I had no desire for companionship.No craving for friends.The thought never even crossed my mind.
Solitude had always been my only peace.And now, here I was—no hunger, no fatigue, no conversation—only the silence of eternity.And I felt blessed.
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Millions of trillions of years passed.I felt nothing.Not even the passage of time.
By now, I had accepted it—it was over.For me.And for the universe.
There had been no movement, no flicker of change, through all the eons.The cosmos had finally laid down upon its deathbed, its body long decayed, frozen into stillness.
All that remained was the final gesture—The last entity to rest.
Me.
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Billions of trillions of years passed in the blink of an eye.By now, time had lost all meaning.
I no longer felt the urge to do anything.Even my event horizon had long since evaporated, and with it, any sense that the mass or energy I once commanded had ever been mine.
The Creed's insight still remained, buried deep in me like a ghost of purpose.But its fuel—the energy of the countless black holes I had once devoured—was almost entirely gone.To wield the Creed, I needed power.And that power had long since bled away.
Had I consumed the entire universe, perhaps the Creed would have changed—evolved, ascended.But this was all that remained: emptiness.The energy to use my gift had vanished.And so I waited.For my final heat death.
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Perhaps eons of eons passed.I no longer knew how much time was left.Only this remained clear: a few hundred thousand human years were all that stood between me and the end.
But like the billions of trillions before, they would vanish—barely a moment in this endless stillness.
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It was drawing close.The final event.The last flicker of light.
My event horizon had vanished long ago.And now, the final moment of chaos approached.
As my final thoughts drifted through what remained of consciousness, the last years slipped away—quiet and imperceptible.
Then, in a single, immense flash,with a bang deafening in silence,the final entity of the universe—the last black hole—laid itself to rest.
And with it,the universe ended,in heat death,in stillness,in light.
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