The curtain went down.
The heat death of the universe played out in one last resounding note, the final dÃ©nouement to the performance.
â€œWell.â€ The young one emoted wildly, sending sparks of light and beauty bouncing off its consciousness. â€œWhat did you think?â€
The Eldest did not comment but turned its presence to another, a middle aged being by the count of their people. They had all always been there, but their consciousness sparked in and out, sometimes sleeping, sometimes dying and reborn. The middle-aged consciousness had a voice like the whirls of a sucking black hole.
â€œVery enthusiastic.â€ It intoned â€œbut not very heavy. The piece was shorter than I expected and the sentients were concentrated in that one area, which was quite an odd choice. Personally, I found the lack of activity in the wider cosmos to be quite dull. The stars, the cosmic dust, these seemed unremarkable, lacking in chemical drama.â€
â€œWell, yes.â€ The young one admitted, â€œIâ€™ve never been very good at all of that cosmic art. Iâ€™m really interested in what all of you thought of the sentients, thatâ€™s where I put most of my energy. What did you think of the sentients?â€
â€œOh, they were quite dramatic.â€ Chimed one that had just woken from a long death. â€œI only saw the end, but it was very magical.â€
â€œI thought it was a little too over the top.â€ Said the middle aged one. â€œA bit much for my taste. Iâ€™d like to see you do something less fanciful, more meaningful next time.â€
The young ones glee swirled around him like a solar wind. â€œOh! Oh! Then there will be a next time?â€ it asked, focusing on the Eldest. â€œEldest, I have such plans. Could I please try again?â€
â€œYes, youngest. You shall do it again. This time, let us see more of what you can do with these sentient beings, but always remember, my youngest, never neglect the stars.â€
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