Winter. What do we know? We have functional emotions and this much-traveled vocabulary of affects.
To learn something about what you mean is to let high jinks belie despair over entropy. For a quiet start, try zero gravity. But you don’t get to keep any larvae. They’re apart. Their cloying song goes out mutely (in winter) and you feel a need to ache in their baby blue blather, calmly accruing intimacy.