"Would you ever savor the taste of a sundrop, curling, cascading beyond the perennial moonlit?
"Nay, dear spectrum of the ether, I choose instead to possess the essence of whispered sapphire."
"Then together, we traverse through winding corridors of bent aether thread, spinning zephyr into constellations, unfathomable."
The mirthful shadows nodded, perhaps in thanks, to echoes only known to the stars.