In the realm where whispers form the foundation of the stars, a solitary echo traverses an ethereal expanse. Here, dialogues drift unanchored, suspended by the graceful heft of stardust and silence.
She somersaulted through the cosmos, her laughter a comet's tail.
"Do you hear the sun's secrets?" she asked, her voice braiding with the light,
intertwining them into a silent waltz, gravity forgotten, orbiting notions instead.
He replied, "Only in the whispers of fading moons," a reflective gaze poised like
an eclipse caught in a moment's pause.
Together they floated, pilgrims of sound, wandering paths lined with unquelled echoes.
Embrace the Void