In the depths of the universe, where starlight glints off the edges of eternity, there lies a tale of two voices, painted with the whispers of the nebulae. One voice speaks to the other, weaving a story into the fabric of space, yet this story is coated in invisible ink, seen only by the heart's understanding.
"Do you hear it?" one voice asks, trembling with the cosmos' breath. "The nebula's conversation?" A silence follows, pregnant with the weight of unspoken dreams and cosmic sighs. "It speaks of forgotten realms and untold journeys, painted across the void in hues unseen."
The second voice, softer yet firmer, responds, "We are the stardust that remembers, the echoes of supernovae that refuse silence. Let us etch our own whispers into the nebula's glow, a symphony of invisible ink and glowing dreams."