These two halves wake beneath the autumn trees, the sun obscured by grey clouds that disburse a fine mist of cold rain that coats everything in a shining sheen of wet. Their clothes are coated with it, droplets clinging to their skin as the mist coalesces, and tiny pools form in the packed down leaves in shades of red, orange, and brown.

They are each on either side of a path, the ground worn down and the dirt packed in as if it has been well-traveled over time. The trees form around it, or perhaps it was formed around them, though each seem so intrinsically part of the other that it's impossible to truly say which it was.

There is no sign of the fog that has kept them from much of the forest, nor any indication of others being nearby. They are alone... together.