Have you ever seen the stars breathe? They whisper softly like echoes trapped in glass, refracting time in ways we cannot measure. "Will you sail upon these celestial murmurings, or will you let the waves swallow your dreams?" she asked, her voice a rhythm against the backdrop of the infinite.
I think, therefore, I float. The gravity-defying dialogues drifted through the ether, unanchored by logic. “Gravity is just a suggestion, another voice in the void,” he mused, casting his eyes toward the horizon where the earth met the skies in delicate embrace. Distant waves danced, reflecting thoughts untold, secrets untold.
What's down is merely up in disguise. The timekeepers of this celestial ocean held no sway over the conversations that pooled around silent stars. The waves, like souls, ebbed and flowed, whispering truths to those brave enough to listen. “Tomorrow will never come, only now exists in its endless dance.”
Dive into the depths, swim through the currents of yonder time-space, and explore the labyrinths of scattered whispers. Are you but a dream in the sky, or is the sky merely a dream of your making?
Invisible Echoes