One listens, the other speaks.
One full of joys, the other melancholy
The two will never share a common place.
The oxygen for one is the other's arsenic.
Light years, even parsecs separate them.
A magic medium is the ether, carrying messages across vast distances,
In the blink of an eye.
The dark, occluding dust clouds have cleared.
But only for this hour.
Opening a window in time to make a contact.