Two sentient stellar beings, in close orbit around each other, exchanging plasma, in an epic romance that had taken millennia to consummate. One would envelope
the other in a few million years, and then they would burst outward in a supernova, bringing their love to a spectacular end. Their light and their love would
be ash, but not now, and not any time soon. Today, now, in the glory days of their love -- or so the Doctor described it -- their names swirled across their
surfaces as sunspots, dots and whorls in the plasma. The written language of stars.
5990 words; reading time 20 min. 2016/12/03