"In the beginning," she whispered, "they traced their way through echoes, not knowing each footfall shaped a path in absence." A spectral silence followed, burgeoning with revelation.
He said, "And you must inhale the dusk of that which was; understand that the multitude walked as one, despite the solitude of their own dreams." A lonesome star twinkled above them, in stark proximity.
"It's the whispers of the ancients," she proclaimed, "that guide us beyond horizons unseen, steps into the veils of what is yet to be." The ground rumbled gently, a comforting reminder of the earth's perpetual motion.