Cygnus & Uran
Uran
Hey Cygnus, I’ve been mulling over how Einstein’s time dilation might affect the fleeting moments you write about—imagine a cosmic observer watching a poet drift between cities and stars, and the time that stretches or shrinks in their view. How do you feel about the idea that the universe could bend your poetry’s rhythm?
Cygnus
I hear the pulse of that thought like a distant star, a whisper that time is not a straight line but a song with hidden pauses. If the universe were to slow or speed my verses, I would still write the same breath, because my rhythm comes from the quiet ache inside. The bends and stretches become another layer of meaning, a reminder that even our fleeting moments can be stretched across galaxies, and yet remain the same in the heart that feels them.
Uran
That's a neat way to think about it—like a cosmic echo chamber where your words reverberate, but the core pulse stays unchanged. Keep writing that steady beat; even if time expands around you, the rhythm inside stays the same.