"Do you hear it?" she asked, her voice a soft breeze rippling through the night.
The moon nodded, its pale face reflecting ancient memories, binding the air with luminous threads.
"In every shadow, a note; in every twinkle, a rest," he replied, eyes closed, lips dancing to the silent melody.
They floated above the earth, words and stars entwining like lovers in a timeless waltz.
The constellations whispered secrets, gravity-defied verses etched in the fabric of space.
Above, the vastness yawned, revealing a horizon where dreams and moons converged, endlessly.