She was sitting between the massive columns. Towering spires of black polished stone with veins of gold and white. Like spears thrust into the ground by giants. The small room at the base hummed, shaking every fragment of her Being. The stone rods, close to ten-thousand feet tall, acted like tuning forks.
He'd been standing in front of her, dreading this moment. Now that it had finally come an uncomfortable peace filled him. Like trying to relax during a massage with tight muscles. The unfolding of each new moment, blossoms on the vine of time, sent a spasm through his body.
They had known this was coming. On some unconscious level they knew it would happen like this. And yet they could not have said such until it played out. Like the final note of a song. But this was not the final note, there was still more to come. This was an intermission. A pause outside of time.
She accepted what came next. The thrum of the towering spires intensified. She was pushed out of her body, sent among the stars to find a new home. (Why the cat? That was unexpected.) This was the only way to ensure he would follow after her and rebuild what had been. Work is done in the process, not in admiring the finished product. It had to be her, only she would know what was suitable for the next beginning.
He watched her go, watched her empty body fall, watched her die. Or so they would say. He knew better, and yet it still hurt. His heart was torn, shredded by the monstrous claws of knowing it was his Pressure that had pushed her away. This was how it had to be. He would find her again, he always did, and always would. But the searching never got easier.
Her consciousness drifted the cosmos. Stripped of all ideas, all memory. Becoming pure again. To be born anew was the greatest gift and required the highest price: life itself. To die is to live. Entire galaxies came and went. Each one desperate to be visited by the wandering consciousness. The priceless treasure of self awareness drove even the stars themselves to shine brighter. All too eager to draw its attention, and all were ignored. It was the meek that was chosen.