Twin flames circling each other endlessly, the archetype of unity and rivalry. Alpha Centauri is the foundation of the familial dance, eternal witnesses to each other’s triumphs and failings. They hold the sky with intertwined fingers, the balance of push and pull—a celestial testament to the beauty and tragedy of family.

Proxima watches them from a distance, feeling both the sting of solitude and the envy of their bond. He wonders if the price of leadership is loneliness. It is Spica who sometimes watches them too, catching flickers of destinies intertwining and unraveling in their perpetual dance.