“Do tides of velvet dreams not caress your thoughts,” she asked, perched upon the precipice of night's canvas.
“For they hold the symphonies of stars,” replied the ocean, its voice a symphony of gravity-defying echoes.
“Why do the moonbeams dance upon the crust of eternity?” the whisper asked a gossamer question.
“Because they seek solace in the shimmer of gravity's release,” came the reply, echoing through the undulating silks of time.