Little did the sun know, it pirouetted on the edge of eternity, swirling in somersaults. The cloaks hid more than stars; they masked the textbooks of gravity.
"Onward we leap," exclaimed the Whispering Reverie, spiraling through emerald tunnels where pathways unfurl with promises of dimensions unknown.
"A constricting journey does not suit the traveler," replied Echo Vos, breaking the solitude of nebula whispers, chuckling in harmonious loops.