Alana watched the spirals converge, their patterns echoing into one another, fractal melodies without sound yet resonating in the depths of her mind. Each iteration contained stories untold, dialogues spinning beyond horizons unseen.
She touched one softly, and the shell flickered. Inside, she heard snippets of conversations.
“But can he really float upwards, like whispers in a dream?” Luna asked, her eyes reflecting impossible angles.
“Did the stars stoop low enough for him to walk?” murmured Ciro, suspended mid-thought in a reality where gravity was a choice.
Time and space melded within those secret shells, unraveling stories with threads of light.
Conundrum Spells Fable of the Stars