"Do stars dream of gravity-defying whispers?"
"Only in the silence of their echoed pulses," replied the fading light.
The night once whispered secrets, veiled in the luminescence of thoughts untold.
"Are we mere reflections, then?" questioned the spark that trembled in brave solitude.
"Reflective, yes; but each whisper forms its own gravity, binding us to echoes anew," replied the cosmic shadow.