She was standing at the edge of a cliff, staring into the vast darkness of the night. As far as the eye could see, there were stars illuminating the sky.

There was a space where the moon should be (tonight it had slipped into the vast black sky), and instead life poured out. He breathed and the stars breathed with him (bright and then dark, bright and then dark). He was not alone.

She felt as if she had been brought back to the split second before her first breath when their heart beats had been one. She had never been alone. Their every breath was in sync with the stars around them and life poured into their lungs. The darkness of the sky fed their bodies and the brilliant brightness of the stars fed their souls.

They stepped forward, together, as one being and felt the cliff disappear from beneath their hooves. The sky surrounded them, above as below, stars staring at them.

At that moment, they realized their own vastness, seething and curling in the sky. They were no longer two creatures standing at the edge of the sky, but one heart beating in time with the many others that pulled and pushed the flow of the universe. Each breath burned with stardust and they expanded, felt some indiscernible force tugging them apart.

They began to feel the tear in the hearts, widening and pulling until they could no longer hold on. They collapsed in and pushed out, burning up with stardust and fire, until there was nothing left of them except the dark night sky, now missing one star that had been given up in burning sacrifice.