Mosaic of Life: What are We but a Memory?

It is death that gives meaning to life.

They sensed each other as they grew in their watery world. They knew their mother’s voice; it was a comforting sound, like the music she played for them. Sometimes they moved in unison to the strange sounds, but each day there was less room and now they could only snuggle together and wait. One sister was a reflection of the other, an identical twin and soulmate. Finally, the time had come for them to meet their fate and their perilous journey began.