Dialogue One:
“Why do the words below us hover at such an angle?" asked the poet, gazing at the upside-down phrases etched in the atmosphere.
The scholar adjusted his spectacles, peering into the ethereal script. "It is said that language finds its own orbit, much like asteroids and moons. Here, they dance, unbound by the usual laws."
Dialogue Two:
In the silent realm where sound travels in spirals, a child whispered, "Do words speak when no one's listening?"
A voice echoed from an unseen corner, "Perhaps they're always trying to tell secrets, but only to those who dare tilt their head sideways."