"What if gravity is only a habit?" whispered the shadow against the wall, cascading on horizons unseen.
The answer came not from the voice that asked, but from the silence that nested within the echoes left behind.
Continuing the dialogue, another shadow replied, "In habits, we find comfort. In comfort, we find chains. Shall we not dance free?"
Above them, the ceiling morphed into an unseen sky. Stars appeared, yet they were the reflections of thoughts abandoned in time's currents.