prologue

Their souls stringed, tied, and cried over the presence of a distance between them. They needed one another.

They were forever latched; always destined.

They could call the angels for justice, but only receive blackholes for replies. There was no marvel, no Satanic loss of sanity but just their two worlds squalling to merge with one another.

He buried his voice for him, and all events contemporary, he chained his dance for him. For even if they fall into an abyss, they knew that they can hold onto each other and shine bright like their inner fireflies.