Symbiotic Spaces in Books Where We Could Both Reside

I don’t believe in twin flames

or soulmates,

but I believe in novels—

the kind set in outer space,

with alien casinos

on distant planets,

where a woman,

in a formal gown,

chases a younger girl,

a girl in trouble,

hoping to save her.

The woman tears the hem of her sequin gown,

exposing freckled, fragile legs—

legs that climb a lattice wall of flowers

and slip through a balcony window

of a high-rise villa condo.

Remember, this is an alien world.

A spaceship carried her here,

to rescue the girl

from an ancient cult,

once symbiotic creatures

implanted deep in the girl's belly.

After the parasite’s removed,

the woman wraps the girl’s torso

in the tattered tulle remnants

of her gown. Only then

does she look up at the sky—

the stars shining down blessings,

that she was saved. She was the plot all along.

Both will return to the home planet,

on the small spaceship,

together at last.

The back cover describes it as "a tale

of epic friendship."
I’m not sure about all that.

I don’t believe in twin flames,

or soulmates, or even epic friendship,

but I believe in a story like that.