"Did you see the way the stars blinked last night?"
"Like they were trying to send us a postcard, right from the cosmos."
"Just between us, I think the moon's hiding something behind those clouds."
"I've heard she keeps her secrets well, salted by the winds."
"When do we dive through that portal again?"
"Next Tuesday under the blue eclipse, remember?"
"Stars aren't just gas balls in the sky. They've got stories, you see?"
"Somewhere between a lullaby and a back-alley deal under stardust."
"My grandma always said the sky was made of dreams and burnt cookies."
"Strange, but they do taste a bit like elderberry and endless pasta nights."