"Do you hear it? The rustling of stars as they fold into themselves, seeking higher flights beyond the night's reach."

"I dreamed I was a candle, flickering against the wind—a shouldered echo of flames longing to dance among the moonbeams."

murmuring whispers

_"Why is it always so quiet?"_ she whispered, eyes tracing constellations only she could perceive.

"Have you seen the lady in the velvet gown? She knows the secrets the shadows keep, trailing memories like lost kittens."

time bend

"Echoes, echoes everywhere,” he said, “but never a word we understand. Just reflections caught in the web of reality."

_"In this place of whispers and shadows, even the silence speaks,"_ another voice chimed in, soft as the break of dawn.