The rearranged trajectory of Eris led her to a bridge that leads to the entrance of a tunnel, to something rather abandoned, as distant purple houses in lush green surroundings indicated from afar.
And what was she to do here where she arrived? She didn’t know how far or close her home was, she didn’t have the strength and other margins to fear and lose any opportunity, except if she sits down and takes a little time to think about it. She herself chose her path and doesn’t want to regret not going straight home. With the first exploratory glances, this new place seemed, at least, hospitable.

Almost immediately, she spotted a figure on a hill. Surprised, she felt the reception of a momentary broadcast of undefined familiarity on her subconscious receptors. It was Choky, half-sprawled under an olive tree, gazing at the endless void and the finite stones, traveling in orbit around the red sun, which travels in orbit around the yellow sun, dragging them along.

Are so many past generations of evolution capable of being responsible for the magic necessary to bring them together in such a space-time cosmos? Or is it just a planetary coincidence since everything dies and is born again, reassembling their scattered matter?

Whatever the case, something magical brought them together, there and then. She immediately felt the magnetic impulse as she approached him somehow to remember everything forgotten, so as to forget in whatever they recall.

In the quiet, in some thrown ruins below, the careless Ro sought the same. Out of curiosity, he searched among the ancient samples to find evidence of this same theory, of generations and species, past and present.

Answers will be found in practice, as at the same time Eris’s pursuers, Cer, Ver, and Russ, approach him threateningly. Now, after the deception they faced, they rediscover her scent and hastily passing the bridge only he stands in their way.

In the adjacent dimension, at a medium altitude, Eris and Choky, without visible obstacles between them, unite their scents in a common estrangement. They crave for this different kind of ceremony, that of the two-legged dance of love, which no one has taught them, yet they feel they know, like one knows the last missing piece of a puzzle from its outline alone, being so lucky if they lose the details.

With his keen vision, Rocky distinguishes from afar the two-legged dance without details and now he recounts the situation. The equation shows that sacrifice, purification, elimination of a factor is required for verification and only that. Let it be him who will give them a little time to find a little more pleasure, whether they deserve it or not, he thinks.