"The stars are just echoes, singing melodies of dust and light," she murmured into the cosmic void.

Across the ethereal plane, voices floated:
"Have you seen the frequency dance?"
"No, I've chased shadows in the syntax of silence."

"One more step, and you'll walk the fractal path," he warned, eyes shimmering like distant quasars.

"Reality is a congruence of dreams," she whispered, as if unveiling the secrets of the universe.
"What if the void is just a mirror?" he replied, his gaze lost in the stellar abyss.

"Celestial signals resonate within the dreamwaves," echoed the silent symphony.