This Is How You Lose the Time War

by Amal El-Mohtar

I want flowers from Cephalus and diamonds from Neptune, and I want to scorch the thousand earths between us to see what blooms from the ash, so we can discover it hand in hand, content in context, intelligible only to each other. I want to meet you in every place I have loved.

Life burgeons and blooms even in fusion fires at the heart of stars.