In the universe where gravity bends rules, and continents converse as neighbors in dreamscapes, there lies the essence of the fragmented earth.
"Why do you tremble beneath me, O ancients of the deep?" Inquired a solitary mountain, its voice a low rumble amidst the silence of the stars.
The oceans, restless and boundless, replied, "We hold your weight yet strive to transcend. Look below, where gravity has no hold, and see our whispers."
The mountain, ever solid, pondered: "Your depths consume light itself. While I pierce the heavens, your being remains unseen, unspoken, yet felt deeply."
A canyon, carved through time's persistence, added, "There lies a land untouched, unraveled by man's desire to understand. Permit us to traverse in thought, if not in form…”
The struggle of understanding shadowed their conversation, as pieces of earth spoke with ceded voices, both ancient and youthful.