“Have you ever wondered,” Luna asked, her voice a gentle ripple across the cosmic sea, “what it’s like to touch the sand of a distant world?”
Eli paused, gazing at the endless stretch of stardust sparkling beneath an alien sky. “Every time I look out here, it feels like I'm standing on the edge of everything we know... and everything we’ve yet to discover.”
“There are places,” Luna said, tracing a constellation with her finger, “where the stars might whisper secrets into your ears, just like they did for the ancients.”
Eli chuckled. “Or maybe they’re just trying to get our attention for a cosmic dance-off.”
“I’d pay to see that,” she laughed, her eyes twinkling like nearby novas.
“What if every grain of this stardust has a story?” she pondered, more to herself than anyone.
Eli nodded, looking thoughtful. “Like tiny pebbles in a vast universe, each one holding secrets of worlds unseen.”
“Wouldn't it be something,” Luna whispered, “to make one of those stories our own?”