The marionette's whisper floated past, carrying the scent of old wood and forgotten realms. "Where is the wind taking us now?" asked the shadow, its voice like ripples across a moonlit pond. "Beyond the horizon, into the dreams of sleeping giants," replied the echo, a wisp of silver threading its way through the conversation.
A clock with no hands ticked furiously in a corner filled with light. "Do you hear the time, too?" a voice uncertain as timid raindrops asked. "Time is but a suggestion here, a dancer with no partner," another replied, this one sounding as if carved from the essence of night.