Charles Martin. Between us the mountains (№ 314956)

Somewhere in the depths where souls live, where dreams are born where there is no pain because there she had nothing to eat, there wedding is merging of two souls. As the confluence of two rivers. When the water flows together.
Way down deep... like where the souls sleep and dreams happen, where pain can't live because there's nothing for it to feed on... then a wedding is a bleeding together of those two souls. Like two rivers running together. All that water becoming the same water.