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The building awaits their arrival as they walk through the parkland surrounding it. They move towards it at a leisurely pace, admiring its graceful Moorish arches and the tessellation of its outside walls, a binary honeycomb; a stark beauty even he can appreciate. All is crowned with a majestic dome.
Grass morphs to marble and they are surrounded by the siren song of water droplets dancing through the air; moving together, this man and this woman, though they are not joined by clasped hands.
He remains all elegance but she turns clumsy when they fold in two to slip shoes from feet. This gambit garners her the amused quirk of his brow rather than his steadying hand. She smiles and flutters her lashes in counterpoint.
As they climb the steps to the doorway they provide a striking and dramatic contrast (not so very unusual for these two); each of them walks in darkness and joined together this couple is a portentous shadow cast against the facade of this lustrous white palace of the dead. We misbehave writ large in silhouette for all the world to see and fail to comprehend.
Once inside they descend; this woman and this man, moving together, though they do not touch.