Beneath Starlit Dreams
Whispering stardust melds with memories in the grand tapestry of night.
Alice: Did you ever stop to think, Frank, what if the entire world is upside down?
Frank: Sometimes, I feel like we’re the ones standing on the ceiling, trying to mop up the stars.
Alice: It's liberating, isn't it? Like learning to unmake coffee.
Frank: Exactly. A sudden reminder that gravity is just a suggestion.
Alice: We could fly, Frank. Nothing to tether these feet, except maybe choice.
Frank: Or a longing for solid ground, beneath starlit dreams.
Trace the constellations
Echoes of the whisper
Unseen patterns