They traveled beneath a peaceful seas of stars, Zmitri;
but, the fire in my stomach — and the ice in your craw,
began to rumble as waters started to churn.
Those who survived our tantrum spoke of monstrous
creatures clinging to the edge of a pancake earth.
But it was never flat — and when a molten core
clenches cold leaden skies, even the Void cannot calm
Heaven's inner torment — I wanted you; you wanted ...
someone else. I needed your ice to put out my flame.
Seething seas were not amused. Was I to blame?
Orion witnessed this event, invited us to join
his hunt among the Pleiades. We found a new home,
stirring up the Cosmos — still ice and fire playing
hide-and-seek — amusing each other in the chase.
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