As the shapes were close enough now, a new shape came to life. As long as the page was the same, a sphere was slowly spinning in-between them, moving, as fire was given from wood and the will of existing.
It had name. Love. It was growing. They loved it. They kept on giving, still static, however in levitation.
For how long can two shapes and a growing ball stay on the same page? the borders are clear.
