The princess was the seventh sister. They had been engineered to exist and evolve and to stay alive, seeds were planted and watered long long ago. Their bodies were incredible feats of architecture, designed to be resilient, to grow, and to exceed the expectations of previous generations. They did this last part the best.

The princess was dying, but what she hadn't known until now was that just how the dead bodies had fermented the earth in order to produce fruit from her tree, her body would ferment in existence to carry on the beauty of survival for as long as existence existed, which was forever. She was soulless, formless, all part of an all around not entirely visible to the naked eye kind of stuff that was just there. There was no separation between matter and something else, everything was the something else. Older than light.

Their previous cycle had come from water dwellers. They knew that if they were to succeed in surviving, their bodies would need to have better casings so their water would not dry up into the sky. It wasn't difficult to do initially, because when the time was right, they were simply able to be the messages carried in existence by the previous sisters and create wonderful things. This was hard to believe, but the water people had never learned how to externalize their knowledge and share it the way this generation had. It would have been a marvel to them that we had language, could read, write, use computers, and that we had created all of this. The thing they would have liked the most is our ability to laugh in order to heal.

The princess still had all these ancient components in her, and as they decayed, they released their cores, their messages. The princess became less and less of a soul, more and more of a substance. This was why it was so easy and effortless to live her life with no worry. Worry did not exist, how could it if everything was love. She wasn't sending messages to anyone, they were sending them to her. All the possibilities of her life were played out in her dreams to ensure that she would do well in surviving, and that her messages would be carried on flawlessly for generations upon generations. Dreams were a program designed to survive. That her dreams were her reality was the ultimate expression of her incredible ability to thrive. Previous water dwellers would have been proud. The experiment of existence happened exactly as expected, to the very last detail.

We are all decaying in order to release our cores back into love. We have no true core, because the only real core is everything, is love. Like water becoming steam, her body was evaporating. With each progressive generation, we are better able to fine tune this process and become less about physical encasings, more about substance. Matter and love were the same thing, there was no separation between anything. Decaying until physical body death means you are alive and that you get closer to becoming everything again. Then your lessons get passed on to others, and we continue to survive. Life is simply a grand expression and celebration of the awesomeness of existence.