In less than a blink, a life ends, a whole planet, a star system. Scatter guts spread and jumble across the area as gravity dictates. However, as if an ancient call rules its movements, a medley starts to form by itself. Each assortment develops a particular composition as time passes. Patterns stem, producing a complex system, harmonic forms drift calling each other. Under the double moonlight, a man sees another drinking a glass of wine. He plays the tune he recalls in his flute; the other recognizes it, smiles, and hands him a cup. They understand its meaning: it's love.