In the cool silence of the dawning astral sky, Craig paused. The aether crackled subtly, a backdrop symphony only he appeared to notice.

Craig: Does the wind sing here, or is it the stars murmuring secrets?

They weren't hearing whispers of ghosts, nor words from devotions long left but a kind of celestial order both ancient and archetypal, carried in cosmic winds.

Penny scratched her cheek, contemplating the wisps above. Somewhere, a boundary between reason and wonder had loosened, revealing threads unseen until now.

Penny: When the horizon leans this way, it's like... like the earth shared a dream with the sky. Have you caught a glimpse of it lately?

Craig stretched his fingers towards the horizon's edge, tracing invisible paths no seen map could contain. Their own journey felt locked away, inverting gravity and expectations alike, unveiling no written commandments but swiveling understandings.

Craig: I did, only vaguely. Maybe where the tethers fade, our stories aren't tied to time, but an ebb and flow of choice.

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