The wretched kings take to their thrones
Enveloped in their miasmic filth
An empty realm stretches out towards the fading horizon
A thousand eons pass as they sit upon their thrones
Their twisted tendrils spilling forth enveloping the world
One by one the stars burn out succumbing to the dark
Wretched beings, frozen still, waiting for the end of time
The stars collapse, a singularity is formed
Light cannot escape the overwhelming force
The all consuming dark ravages the universe
Time ceases to flow everything goes still
The universe continues to expand over a Septillion Vigintillion years
Until the black holes decay into nothing
The universe ends.

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