"She said, the stars taste different when you listen close enough." Above the wooden table, they drift like forgotten letters. The glow of distant suns creates shadows of old stories.
"Is it true no one ever really leaves?" whispered the wind. So many footprints lead nowhere, yet the path remembers. Beneath their soles, the tales of whispers untold, waiting.
"Tell me about the sea of tranquility," said the child of stars. A place of quiet echoes and reflections in cosmic silence. Where dreams find a home in the heart of a waning moon.