"Hello there," said the silence, wrapped in dust and twinkling whispers. "I see you, floating on your lovely blue ball."
The stars blinked, one by one, like a gentle choir singing a lullaby. They always told stories, did you know? Not spoken, but woven between their sparkles and hushes.
"Once, there was a dot in the dance of the sky. Small and round, with shiny puddles and big trees. The dot was named Earth, and it giggled when the winds tickled its clouds."
The child's eyes gazed upward, dreaming of the stir of sphered neighbors, their passery hearts like marbles in a box—everyone revolving, gliding.
"And here I am," mumbled the silence, "an echo of solace, singing to you a soliloquy."