The Supernova Sacrament of GN - z11

He whispered to the ear of his paramour, “I love you. I love you with all my heart. With all my soul.” Those simple, yet powerful words. Three words that have made men and women the happiest creatures in the universe, built empires, and even collapsed empires. He uttered the three words that could alter lives, build men up or break them down.

John was a human. A human from earth. A simple carbon based life form. His body, his brain, his thoughts, beliefs, his atomic composition, his everything was the polar opposite of what his his newly found beloved was.

You see, Terra, or at least what she could translate into John’s language, was a part of the celestial universe, her being, destined to join the stars of her ancestors, destined to join the everliving omniscient beings observing us from afar. Billions and billions of lightyears away, struggling to catch up to our present time. She was destined for evolution into a very different form, at least a different form for us. You see, Terra was not of our world. She was part of a different… well everything. She was not a Reptillian, those lizard-like creatures that, if you ask me are not the nicest people, she was not a Greyling, those smaller folk, quieter ones with an inquisitive mind. She was a Celestial. Her, what we would call, parents, were one half planet and one half nebulae. If you’ve ever heard of the Trifid Nebula, you’ll have heard of Terra’s family. She took on more of her planetary side. This is how she gained her form. Her form which John loved.

She joined John on Earth, funny little things, almost childlike, quick to anger, but quick to forget, quick to love, and quick to hate. She was a visitor, a guest, until per chance she happened to observe, the strangest, most unique being. Isolated and alone, in work, not wanting, not needing, not pleading, just living, and tending to himself and his animals.

John was a simple lad, from a rural village in the United Kingdom. He was a farmer, and a good one at that. He’s someone who was surrounded by more animals than people most weeks. Once in a while he would go down to the local Pub, the Running Dog, and have a pint of bitter and read and talk. It was a bit old fashioned, but that was who John was. Time moved slower where he was.

How he and Terra met is a very different story indeed. A funny story, and a lovely story. What’s important to know is that John and Terra are happy together.

So rare in lifetimes do beings meet and there is a genuine positive attraction, a sense of familiarity, a reconciliation of ties once severed, such a natural and organic feeling of remembering someone who you never knew. These beings of former dust and gas, collapsing under its own gravity, separated by a per chance asteroid as the protostar begins to form, left to ever roam the universe and its billions of galaxies.

Gone were the days of searching, gone were the days of aimless wandering, the incessant need to continue moving and searching. Gone were the days of isolation, gone were months of mute sound, and sound of animals, gone was the aching feeling of ‘there must be something else’, gone was the previous life, now was the new.

Their love is kind, their love is pure, and more important than anything else, their love is true.

But all love faces adversity.

Terra was a celestial being, of transforming matter. Her body was different from ours, from John’s. She had a body that could not stay on earth.

Terra took John, far away from his home, far from his animals and far from everything he knew. They spent time in a place we call, GN - z11, closer to her family and her kind. For her, it was a simple excursion to go home. John adapted as best as he could, but he was still only human. In a frail body, in a metal suit, trying to comprehend concepts and ideas not even the smartest scientists on earth could grasp. But even with all this he had no regrets, he was sure of his decision, not only sure of his decision, but his conviction. Terra needed to go home. She was no longer made of the same substance her John was and neither he was made of hers.

In the irony of life, Terra was first to get sick, her dark grey skin and shining purple eyes were unlike anything else in the billions of lightyears that surrounded them. Now she was a sickly pale light grey, with dull eyes. They had known what was happening, her nebula side was failing, her core was breaking down, in similar terms, and this is not fully correct you must understand, but in a way, she was a star, she was preparing for what her creators, her ancestors, and beings like her were always meant to do: Become a Supernova.

She was in pain, she would writhe and scream, and held John so tight she would leave marks. She knew he could not stay, he knew could not stay. But he would not leave.

“It will kill me and I’m happy it will.” They kissed each other, with tightened lips, and bodies intertwined, they loved each other, their minds, their bodies, their smell, their voices, every essence of their being.

As the pain was moving through her, the two former stardust beings embraced, they faced their unknown future, not with fear, not with excitement, but peace in their own presence. They put to rest their ruffled spirits.

“Please don’t let go, John.” She said, “Please don’t let go.”

“I won’t. I am here. I’m not going anywhere.” John said this, peacefully and calmly. As the pain of the failing core continued, John could see that these were her last moments. They looked into each other’s eye, speaking without the need for words, yet finding the meaning of everything in each other.

In a strained breath, she said, “I love you.”

In a distant part of the universe, for no particular reason, a star died.

It is said that on this day, the other stars of the universe dampened their shine out of respect for the love that was, and still is. You see, the explosion caused John and Terra’s atomic structure, their protons and electrons, to be separated and rejoined, structured in one in a new way by gravity. In this act, they become a ball of shining neutrons. Their energy relaxed, their evolution brought them into their next era, a neutron star.

But the nebula’s saw their final moments, for we are never alone in this universe.

It is said that in their final moments, tears fell down John’s cheeks as he strained his voice to speak those little words. He whispered through his pain, “I love you. I love you with all my heart. With all my soul.”