The bartender stands behind the bar at the edge of meaning. It looks at its two and only patrons with a solemn expression. It stares on as the goddess demands for another round of drinks, but they all know that the endless night is coming to a close.

  The bartender leans in, and for the first and only time, speaks to its patrons.

  “No.”

  For there were no more drinks left to pour-

  The bar at the edge of meaning collapses into dust as time ticks forward its first second of the rest of eternity.

  The goddess of the soul suddenly grabs onto their creation in a panic. She doesn’t want it to end like this. They wanted to give the universe meaning but…

  The god of the material grabs her hand. Not out of anger for interrupting the beginning, but a calm and understanding coupling.

  She bites her lip as she refuses to look at him. How could he say that their creation is flawed, right before they had to release it. It was abhorrent behavior, sadistic even. It was simply mean-

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  He hugs her from behind and only then did she realize that she had been crying. Why couldn't they exist within their own creation. Why weren’t they allowed to see how things would turn out.

  The god of the material leans over her and she darts her eyes to him and literally everything. He takes her other hand and spins her around.

  “Goddess of the soul, will you dance with me?”

  She grimaces, “Why did you say that we could have done better? Why didn’t we do better?”

  He looks into her eyes, “We would always be able to do better. And not because we are gods. Everyone is capable of doing better.”

  Her lips start trembling once again, “Then why haven't we done more?”

  “Then we would never be finished. Now, do you want to dance with me?”

  She shakes her head “Of course I want to dance with you, you idiot!”

  He smiles and she lets out a tearful laugh. She lets go of their creation, and they dance together as the first seconds of everything tick on. The concepts of their beings are pulled apart to fuel the creation of the universe.

  They danced and that love made the world spin.