Roots of an Echoing Whisper

"In dreams, the moon always sings your name, does it not?" she asked, her voice barely a flicker.

"I would build a sky of endless stars just for you to wander beneath," he murmured, as if confiding a secret to the wind.

"Every shadow you cast blooms into a garden of light in my heart," she replied, weaving words into the silver mist.