The twin stars will eventually meet, not because of fate, but because they never stop shining.
The wind brings the whisper of mechanical dandelions, a rebel song that spans hundreds of years:
The gears will rust, the stars will flow,
But there are always people,
Will use broken gears,
Create your own starry sky.
Intention: The twin stars will eventually meet, not because of fate, but because they never stop shining.