"How is it," she asked, "that the shadows whisper secrets only the stars understand?"
In moments of stillness, he captured the essence of dreams not yet dreamt. The lines between thought and reality blurred in the dance of the twilight.
People around the café table spoke the language of the universe, one syllable at a time, yet understanding remained just beyond the horizon of their collective thoughts.
"Tell me how to get there," he implored, knowing the road was paved with questions unasked.
The old man smiled, and within the curve of his lips lay the map of ineffable truths.