Star Whisperer: When the nebula's breath cools the fiery core, do you sense the echoes of ancient souls?
Time Weaver: I weave through the strands of moments past, untangling the whispers of a million star-born dreams.
Gravity Defier: Here, where gravity loses its claim, I float amongst thoughts unspoken, floating like dust in sunbeams.
Star Whisperer: The cosmos hums a lullaby, rattling the cages of time, do you hear it?