Gravity of Secrets

"Listen closely," she murmured, as if the wind might betray us. "What we uncover cannot stay buried. The pyramids were just a warm-up."

"Have you ever considered," he began, voice barely above a whisper, "that the tides are a signal we can't decode? Like a Morse code of the cosmos."

"Every shadow holds a story," she specified, adjusting her spectacles that had seen too much. "People float in denial, unaware they're adrift."

"It's not science fiction," he asserted confidently, a gravity-defying smirk playing on his lips. "Dreams are just parallel conversations threading through multiverses."