"Do the stars remember their own birth, or do they simply echo the light of others forever?"
The elderly man spoke, tracing invisible lines between the past and unimaginable futures. The scent of sea salt mingled with the ink of words never written.
"We are but dreams within dreams, aren't we?"
A child laughed somewhere beyond sight, their voice a ripple in a sea of silence. The echoes of their laughter carried tales of forgotten worlds and untold possibilities.
"Listen closely to the void, for it sings melodies of infinity."