"You ever wonder why the moon hums at night?" she asked, staring at the stars like they were old friends.
"Yeah, like an echo of something we can't quite remember," he replied, tracing circles in the sand with his finger.
"It's here, beneath our feet. A story waiting to be unearthed," she whispered, her voice barely above the rustling leaves.
And so, they wandered, footsteps soft against the earth, each step a question, each breath a promise.