"This way?" she floats, weightless.
"That’s the direction of the sound," he replies, though they both know sound doesn't travel here.
Pauses are echoes, repeating themselves in loops of silence.
The horizon bends, yet they remain anchored in uncertainty.
"Do impossible things make sense?" asks the universe, cracking a void-like grin.
They look for answers in the oscillations of the stars.
Journey deeper into the unknown: Patterns of Light
Examine the perturbations: Catalysts