Collision

You may never see that soul again, but it doesn’t matter. Two souls colliding in the dark cosmos, a brief but brilliant spark, speak a word: love is light. Existence, the cold void, is relieved by the light. Yes, the light must be, or we cannot survive. Burn, then, in the moment, because that spark will speak, to you, to him, to her: You are loved.

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