Closer. And then closer still. The music was almost too much for me to bear. The music of her as she zipped about, and the delirious hum of all those moments that were alive not only within me but in the buzzing light of the orbs by my side. It seemed to me that this place was a way station. A point where travellers passed through on their journey to whatever destinations burned brightest in their hearts. For some, it wasn’t a place, but a form. For those like Rusty who had chosen to leave behind one skin in favour of another, this was the realm that had taken them to the state of being they longed for above all else. For myself, it was akin to the gulp of air one took before splashing into a pool of water. Right now, I was suspended in space, holding my breath in anticipation of diving into the well of truth below. There was no past just the same as there was no future. Existence was nothing but a fleeting moment much the same as a kiss shared by two lovers on the side of the road at midnight. In a second or two it was over, but when your eyes were shut, and your lips were locked, all plains of reality merged. Life and everything in between existed solely in that sweet and tender embrace, and such a kiss was waiting for me on the other side, I just knew it. And much the same as me, my lover was on her way to that same kiss, her journey to salvation as strange and peculiar as my own.

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