Theory Scape

"When stones fly above the ground," she mused, "do they count stars or compose aerial symphonies?"

The man replied, "Neither, for when gravity yawns and the world spins on its ear, all possibilities wear their shoes backwards."

"Do whispers have weight?" she asked, her eyes tracing the arc of invisible wings.

He chuckled in gravity's absence, "Only when they're plotted on a map of thoughts, where each curve is a line in a poem untold."