It was a dream fully realized that was lived richly, hungrily, until its inevitable end. Tension pressed inward, movement tethered and restrained, the spirit strained through a fine and unforgiving sieve until longing gently unfastened the chaste. And there, at the threshold between ache and awakening, the beautiful Being discovered the key at last: unlocking the cage not by force, but by will alone, almost as if by magic. Unmade by love, released from devotion, this beautiful being gathers back every trembling thing once given. Two bodies loosen from the heat of becoming One, separation sliding slowly like silk from bare skin— aching, tender, as the body slowly remembers its own name.