The last human in the Universe stood quietly in the center of a vast promenade. The face plate of his encounter suit reflecting the vortex of the black hole outside.
Humanity had waged a war against entropy itself and come out victorious. The enormous structure he stood on had orbited the black hole for a trillion trillion years, a beacon for any who sought shelter from the growing cold.
Everyone else was gone now, sent to newly created Universes together to build a future for themselves. He alone had stayed behind, waiting for one late bloomer to arrive.
For 8 billion years he had watched this younger siblings world evolve. It was a miracle planet, having formed around one of the few stars created when a black hole evaporated into an explosion.
He watched complex life grow and the emergence of intelligent species. He had celebrated their triumphs and mourned their failures. He had watched as they achieved spaceflight, riding dark energy currents into the void. He saw their desperate search for anyone else in an ever darkening universe and their grief when they realized they had been born too late.
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He watched all these things from his perch across the gulf of space. He was simply too far away for them to detect, but the human was not perturbed. His people had mastered this reality and could modify the very fabric of the tapestry at will.
He reached across the vast distances of the universe, shaped space and time as he needed. In the skies of their home world he opened a rift, a million colors danced and swirled through the void.
He opened the face plate of the bulky encounter suit and allowed a small portion of his energy to flow through the rift. He sang an ancient lullaby from earth long passed. It was a melody of comfort and protection from the terrors of the night. A song of ships entering safe harbors and comforts to be had.
He felt the young species joy. Any sense of caution thrown into the wind as they realized they were not alone.
He could sense ships burning towards the rift already, their occupants eager to meet him.
The last human in this universe waited patiently with open arms for the final friends he would make here, the last world his people would save from the endless night.