I am both the grieving lover and the disembodied lost lover, seeing through both of their perspectives. As the lost, I travel through space as a conscious orb of energy with no body, but I can see and hear and feel the sensation of flying. As the grieving, I am on a ship in space. I feel incomplete, physically, but I can still feel the presence of the lost, in my mind, they are near. As the lost, I find the grieving and I transform into a translucent sheet of what appears to be glass with purple light emanating from it. The grieving puts me on like a cape, and I become organic, mold into their body. We become one again in body and mind.