"Do you think they can hear us, from up there?"
"Only if they know how to listen to the stars," she replied, voice barely a whisper against the vastness.
The radio crackled softly, words lost in the static, like ancient prophecies waiting to be deciphered.
"Today, the moon is a ghost," he said, staring into the horizon where the sky kissed the sea with a fiery embrace.
Above them, the stars began to shift, an unseen hand rearranging the cosmos in a dance older than time itself.
"Listen closely, and you might just hear the echoes of tomorrow," she smiled, her eyes reflecting the infinite depths of space.
Whispers of the Void Stellar Romance Voyage Beyond