In life, they had been closer. Sister-like, but better. As if they fell from the same meteor.

Now in death they are closer. Their stars so close that to the living there seemed not to be two, but one, dazzling flare.

They were inseparable. Full of life. Full of musings and dreams of another world.

It has been many dreams since they meet again. It seems only fitting that should do so in death.

This planet had always felt too small for them. For it was the heartbeats of a thousand galaxies that threaded their minds and eyes.

That are the galaxies. They are the universe. They are everything that their dreams made them be.

They are more than they could ever have been in life.