"You see," began the Edge Walker, their voice a cascade of stars, "to stride between dimensions requires a leap—in spirit and in thought!"
"But what of gravity?" retorted the Sphere Spinner, glancing wistfully at the vortex of possibility swirling nearby.
The Edge Walker chuckled, "Ah, gravity becomes but a mere suggestion when one dances upon the strings of the cosmos!"
"In this realm," whispered the Whispering Cusp, "the past pirouettes with the future, like dancers in a perpetual crescent moonlight."
The Sphere Spinner nodded, their form shimmering with the echoes of resonance, "Indeed! Here, moments have no bounds; they stretch and fold like origami hearts."
"And what of time itself?" queried the Edge Walker, their eyes a dance of liquid silver.
The Whispering Cusp laughed softly, "Time, dear friend, is merely a weave, a tapestry of all that has been, and all that desires to be!"