Once upon a star, a little voice sang.
"Are you there, Echo 5?" whispered the moon.
Stars giggle as they blink and shine, just like fireflies in a jar.
Somewhere far away, Echo 4 ponders.
And below, clouds dance with secrets soft as cotton candy.
Listen and you might hear a story told by shooting stars.
Do you see the cosmic dust? It's like tiny sparkles on words, collecting dreams. Close your eyes and imagine. Hands reaching out to touch the sky.
Echo 5 waits, where voices fade but colors play.
A gentle reminder: whispers can travel far.
Just like you and me, sailing across the universe in a paper boat. Look, it's a starry sea.