[ WP ] Two souls meet , again and again , over and over , through time and space and the very rebirth of the universe .

Two souls uniquely bound, forever swirling, changing, finding each other. From one to two to one, dividing and growing and intertwining. 
 
 From mitosis to meiosis, pollinating to mating. Two souls traveling together, forward into infinity. 
 
 Tragic endings: species collapse, cannibalistic rituals, dying from child birth. Romantic stories: evolutionary tales, mating for life, dying hand in hand. Never the same story, but always the same theme; inseparable. 
 
 Preening and calling for each other. Dancing and fighting. Wooing along a sandy beach. Caressing under a crescent moon. They were there, they were everywhere. 
 
 The Earth shook, split, and Pangea transformed from one to seven. Giants rose and fell, ice covered and froze, life sprung once more. They fought, they embraced, they encircled themselves and everyone. 
 
 From darkness was born light. From light was born life. 
 
 Death came from life, darkness from light. 
 
 As explosions freed our potential, their potential, implosion gathers everything together. 
 
 One last dance, two souls, ever intertwined; the blackest of holes devouring the brightest of stars. Pulling, ripping, desperate to be together. 
 
 One final ritual. One last time. Before it begins anew. 

