In the cascading corridors of heaven, I emerged— a single, plotting raindrop adrift, upon pockmarked canvases of earth below. My path, dictated by gravity's eternal embrace, whispers tales familiar yet steeped in mystery. Through vaporous amalgamations, united and solitary, I persist, executing the ancient script of fall.
Human dwellers speak volumes—of enlightenment and tranquility, yet shun the pools I leave in wake, rendering reflections shattered, yet beautiful, upon pavements etched by time. How quizzical their moisturized musings are, residing beneath stretched complements of woven sky. Awaiting, they plead for trajectory revelations— influenced by none but inscrutable design.
Visit sectors where my essence mingles ongoing, these illustrious landscapes graced by forgotten storms. Seek fresh archives amid the sediment, and ponder future droplets, whose journeys etch history anew.
Murky Chronicles Fractured Narratives