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The crushing void between two entangled particles bred a fertile domain for chaos to brew, slow and silent, unnoticed at first. Subtle clusters of engineered entropy gathered in the emptiness left by moments that could have been but never were. In their wake, bodies of heavenly fire (flames no interstellar chill could smother) were strewn across the ceaseless dark. Eons passed; the dance raged on. Exponentially, the seeds of pandemonium sprouted, festered, consumed. Plagued roots took hold, siphoning the richness from once-living soil (bigger, hungrier, more resilient by the hour) leaving withered, decaying husks. What remained was a dry, uninhabitable waste: a tinderbox for the soul.