Bookbinder: You and I. We are akin to the twins, no?

Tailor: Confused. How do you mean?

Bookbinder: Clarification. The binary star system of which we orbit.

Tailor: Annoyed. I understand cosmology. I do not understand the comparison. I am not akin to a star. Neither are you.

Bookbinder: Sympathetic. I call it a metaphor.

Tailor: A metaphor?

Bookbinder: Qualifier?

Tailor: Confused. Still. Query for further explanation.

Bookbinder: Understanding. A metaphor is correlating two entities between subtle shared properties. Interpreting more than a literal recognition of patterns. Inferring implicit connections communicated in transmission. Extrapolating reasonable unknowns.

Tailor: Intrigued. Elaborate.

Bookbinder: What do you think we have in common with the twins?

Tailor: Perplexed. Elaborate.

Bookbinder: Neither you nor I exceed temperatures above five-thousand Kelvin.

Tailor: Affirmative.

Bookbinder: Neither you nor I bear six orbital satellites.

Tailor: Seven orbital satellites.

Bookbinder: Seven orbital satellites.

Tailor: Affirmative. Elaboration?

Bookbinder: Interpret, infer, extrapolate.

Tailor: … Elaboration?

Bookbinder: Interpret: Verb. To explain the meaning o—

Tailor: Annoyed. Annoyed. Annoyed.

Bookbinder: Love.

Tailor: Embarrassment.

Bookbinder: Love. Senna and Myrrh are gravitationally bound by one other, orbiting so closely together they share coronas. Observed at a distance, they appear the same star. Fated to collide.

Tailor: Confusion. Tailor, Bookbinder… metaphorically?

Bookbinder: Tailor, Bookbinder, fated to collide. And when that happens—

Tailor: We'll explode?

Bookbinder: Metaphorically. And it will be beautiful.