Having left his terella and its tells in the lab, tumbling turns, similar to those preceding a first date, intensified as aurora and its attraction became inevitable as available. But, it happened that unanticipated elements were the ones to which his heart would be drawn most dearly—gelid blocks breeching Earth’s drink, life-size simulations of the recipients of wondering stares oft aimed into glasses of melting hope. And, upon this journey between dream and enlightenment, he—ionically if not ironically—would actually become what he sought: particles charged by es-t-rella. ; )