The Palace of Eternal Life

This is a truly ridiculous celebratory story co-written with my dear friend. Don't read it, don't read it. On the seventh night of the seventh month, in the Hall of Eternal Life, when all was quiet at midnight, they whispered to each other. In heaven, may we be birds that fly wing to wing; on earth, may we be branches intertwined. Alas, though their solemn vows still echo in my ears, it was all a sweet dream, gone in an instant upon waking. Theme: