The sun has set behind the invisible mountains, casting shadows that only the brave dare traverse. Here, in this sky garden, words float like errant memos in an unreal office space.
Character A: "It's not the falling that scares me, but the way the ground waits with open arms."
Character B: "Indeed, the ground has no appointments today. It lives for the unexpected embrace."
Character A: "Tell me, have you spoken with the flowers? They're plotting world domination."
Character B: "Of course. Their strategy meeting was rescheduled due to a rain of metaphors."
Character A: "I've tried explaining gravity to my cat, but she insists on writing poetry instead."
Character B: "Perhaps felines are the true philosophers. Their thoughts must be heavier than lead."