"To understand the frequency," whispered the echo, "you must first bend the arcs of time." The student, suspended in air not quite above the ground, pondered the absurdity of gravity's absence.
"But what if the months dance out of tune?" queried the voice of the moon, its luminescence pulsing with curiosity. The instructor, a drifter of star trails, adjusted his cosmic spectacles.
"Each celestial body hums a secret," he elucidated, "a resonance that defies your terrestrial clocks. Listen closely, for the answers lie in the silent spaces between your thoughts."