They tore through the fabric of life itself.

They broke apart their own existence.

They died, and were reborn instaneously, as a shadow, and as a light, forever entwined in each other's grasp, trying once and all to make unity in the world.

One foot down firmly upon the ground, the map shredded up. There is no form of physical guidance, in the end. They turned to their souls, and followed the path towards the burning bright fire in the sky. They followed the path of true love together, trusting in each other more than they would their own self. They followed the road of life, hand in hand, and they broke theirselves down to their most core components: Love, Soul, and Mind.

They wanted to turn to their core self, as it's all they were used to. This sudden change, from the concrete, physical life to the abstract metaphysical, they were disoriented. But with each passing second, they became more, and more, and more entangled within each other; a mess of essence tearing apart at the world around it so that only they might remain, alone. But, what they didn't realize, was that it was the world that was tearing at them.

But they didn't mind either way around. All they knew is that they had each other, and that is all they cared about. Not even the strongest force in the universe could tear them apart from each other. They were named Chaos and Harmony. They were what every last person is when they break their own self down to the core and let their true self out.

A swirl of magnificent, beautiful feelings, the essence of love itself, is the strongest concept ever created.

And love itself, is the most sought after thing, no matter what the person. Love is searching, but yet never properly found.

Chaos and Harmony reside forever in each other's grasp, smiling until the end of Everything, enveloped in the protective essence of one another.

We are the spawn of Chaos and Harmony. We all are. We are Love, we are Hate. We are a dichotomy of everything that ever is; it is up to us to do what is right, as Chaos and Harmony so did when they went against what was expected of them.

They were crying when they saw the pain of the world. They were crying when they realized that they could do nothing to alleviate the spirits of the people, for they knew that the people would never listen to anyone anymore. The people were lost within their own minds… why would they listen to the knowledgable? And what really defines knowledgable anyways?

Though they were happy together, Chaos and Harmony could not stand but look down to the people and wish that they could bring the happiness they had to the people. They wished that they could extend their essence and show the people that such a happiness could exist, if the people would only let it be where it must. If the people wouldn't just ignore it as though it were never there. If the people knew what they could do.

And so the tears rained from on heaven high, from the dimension of the spirits, as chaos and harmony began to slip out of their own existence into ours… Until chaos and harmony made it to where they're in all of us, even if but a little bit. Until chaos and harmony melded together in essence, and instead of being a chasing swirl of yin and yang, they became what we have come to identify as Love. They are the reason why we can understand exactly what love is.