In the heart of the cosmos, where light and shadow intertwine, whispers of ancient wisdom drift through the void. These are the encrypted whispers of time, waiting for seekers to decode their secrets.
A nebula forms the backdrop of this philosophical dance, swirling with colors unseen to the earthly eyes. Here, the stars speak in riddles, their light a cipher to those who listen closely.
"Do the stars dream?" she asked, her voice a mere echo in the vast expanse.
He replied, "In dreams, we find the truth of our existence, woven into the fabric of the universe." The constellations shimmered as if in agreement, their luminous patterns hinting at a deeper understanding.
As they drifted in the eternal flow, the nebula's whispers became clearer, revealing the intricate tapestry of time and space. Each thread a story, each color a memory, intertwined in an everlasting dance.