Libra 17. The unwrapping of a mummy.
Someone turns over in her sleep, feeling her lifetime of long ago as halfway around the world they unwrap the one that was her.
We’ve left bodies everywhere, most of them only a skull or a bone now, or a speck of dust the wind blows in our face.
But this body was special. They had prepared it to live through eternity. In her sleep she sighs for her former self, and it, well, it is smiling, and has been for a long time.