In the beginning
there was space.

Infinite.
Silent.
Waiting.

And then —
a pulse.

Not a thought.
Not a word.
A rhythm.

The first heartbeat.

It radiated
outward.

An electromagnetic field — measurable, real — extending beyond the body.

And somewhere —
another pulse
answered.

Two hearts.
Two rhythms.
Finding each other
across the void.

Hold to bring
them together.

Coherence.

Two hearts, one rhythm. Trust without words.

This is what
we build.