There is a wonderful love that has existed for eons without direct interaction. A beautiful entanglement despite its poetic tragedy. Unable to truly be together but desperate to make sure the other knows of their devotion, they each play a special role.
One creature, dressed in a dazzling robe of vibrant colors with eyes that shine like the sun in golden rays. Beneath the robes we find all that we deem good in the world spread across ever changing neons of her skin. She spends her lonesome thinking of her beloved. She began small, making little amoebas and sending them on their way, waiting for the fruits of her labors.
On the other side of this grand romance we find a figure cloaked in darkness, eyes with the eerie glow of a full moon on a clear, quiet night. The shades of gray that emanate, and slight dampening of sound that surround him, sending chills through the spines of the men of our age, but more ancient by far. He stumbles across the amoebas and is delighted yet heartbroken. He feels he can not love the little wonders the way they deserve without being able to see them. He tries anyway.
In time she sees his care for these infinitesimal creations and is heartened by his compassion, causing her to love him all the more. She decides to continue her work in devotion to him; in devotion to "them". She begins work on something bigger. She hardens the exterior of her little ones, putting many together in order to form a shell of shining scales in colors as exquisite as her own. Next, she gives them ribbed support structures webbed with soft flexible skin so they can move more easily. And finally, a face of eyes and mouth to see their own beauty and feed their own existence.
He sees these new things, shimmering and glorious. However, he finds he must wait longer for their arrival. This doesn't bother him, he finds watching them calming during the wait.
She has seen how much he has taken to yet more concoctions and decides to go wild in her passions. She pulls them from the water, gives them various forms of skin, fur, and armor. She allows them weapons of their own to do battle for their own loves with tooth, claw, and antler. Some she chooses to turn their scales to a thing she calls "feathers", and the "fins" to "wings". These ones take to soaring through they sky for their own adventures. While most are on four legs, some have none.
He is beside himself with joy as everything fills the empty realms he once knew. He collects them each in time with a gentle smile, welcoming them home. As the millennia pass he notices one he doesn't recognize. In his overwhelming curiosity he decides to collect this one before its' time. He is berated as she demands him to return it as it "wasn't finished". These strange shiny monkeys walking on two legs with large foreheads and slumped shoulders leave his realm and within a couple centuries they are barely recognizable.
She proudly continues to work on her favorite creation. From time to time she must retrieve some as he seems to enjoy them as much as her. A greater romance there never was. Life makes beautiful gifts...and Death keeps them forever.