Stone Murmurs

Whisper One: Ever wonder why the stones speak?

Whisper Two: Sure, but most days it's just like listening to a radio stuck between stations.

Whisper One: Just think... if they dream, do they dream in textures and echoes?

Whisper Two: I'd take a stone nap if I could turn my thoughts to dust sometimes.

Whisper One: You know, through the crevices, a comet once paused. Securities of silence after all.

Whisper Two: I hear it's the only place truth can graph itself against infinity’s ledger.