Traveler: I think I heard something out there, maybe a truth hiding in the starlight.
Companion: Could just be the way the wind carries echoes. Or perhaps dreams shaping the night.
Old Man: Stars? They ain't as far as you think. They're just tales told by travelers long gone.
Young Listener: But if they're just tales, why do they feel so real when whispered close?
Worker: You reckon this job will ever let us sleep beneath the stars like we used to?
Colleague: Maybe one day. But for now, let's just count the constellations in our breaks.