Brief whisper: "You think they'll notice?"
Excitedly replied: "Notice? Ha! We're lost in our own mirage, my dear confidant."
Murmur of curiosity: "Did the stars, you think, converse about us?"
An enigmatic voice answered gleefully: "They merely chuckled, philosophers that'll always skate on moonbeams."
Cheers of jubilance: "At the corner of shadow and light, felt the ripple?"
Speech breaking like merged timelines: "Created by everyone longing and hustling to nowhere!"
Wildebeest muse: "Turn that moment into wings."
Eager reply surfing through consciousness: "And let's soar on invisible maps, tracing Esoteric Nowhere."