In space I fought a doll. The light was shining terribly. She sang, I crashed and shattered. The stars themselves were whispering. I sang, she became invisible. In space, a terrible romance was happening. No one else could detect it. She sang, and my mind became flowing water. I sang, and her heart’s pulses exacerbated her beauty. My blood would, in time, become the whispering. Her blood flowed down, into the children, and became dreams. In space, the darkness was terribly bright. We fought there. That is where this all comes from.