"Did you see the way he danced with the shadows?" A voice said from the corner of a crowded nebula. Stars twinkled knowingly, as if sharing an ancient secret.
"But what if the clouds had voices?" she mused, echoing the thoughts of a thousand tiny raindrops. They scattered, hoping to find him in the mist.
"A labyrinth of mirrors," he exclaimed, "where every reflection is a truth yet to be realized." The wind carried his words, weaving them into the fabric of reality.
"Meet me where the river sings," she whispered, almost like a lullaby to the restless moon. Its beams danced along the water, creating a symphony of light and sound.
"We're just echoes, aren't we?" he pondered aloud, casting his thoughts into the cosmic void. And the void responded, in ways both wondrous and mysterious.
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