*What if?* she mused, gravity-defying thoughts spiraling through her fingertips, tracing dansaut-like arcs in the air around her. “Imagine the unheard symphonies…” her eyes gleamed, echoing a melody only known to the infinite.
Their worlds woven with threads of starlight:
He: “Can undercurrents vibrate above the surface?”
She: “Only time will unwind the tapestries of belief.”
Together: “Shall we leap into loops spun by cosmic fingers?”