"What dreams may dance in your nocturnal ocean, darling Juliet, when the skies bleed silver and the stars yearn for touch?" The voice, soft as crushed velvet, pirouetted through the velvet dark.
With a shimmer of enchanted sighs, she entwined her presence around his syllables, gravity dissolving between them like mist. "Ah, noble dreamer, perhaps a shadow of our love, weaving tales with constellations—their flames eclipsing ours eternal," she replied, every word an astral kiss.
As they spoke, suspended in gravity's defiance, auroras cloaked the horizon—etheric veils wrapping their whispers in timeless lullabies. Beneath the celestial watch of Orion and Pleiades, their dialogues became stardust, swirling freely, bound not by page nor planet.