Two would be—quite possibly—as opposite as you could see. Inside, not quite, the same in bright. In darkness too they’d come unglued. A strangest thing to feel it through—a sisters love that binds like glue. She’d never need to see her face but hoped for it through time and space. That one who owned the world at large—the girl who thought herself in charge. The two would hurt the very same—no matter how they played the game. Together through some harmony this world would be forever free.
