I've been falling for what feels like an eternity. Drip. The world below calls to me in whispers, the echoes of past journeys splashing against the soil, pooling with the stories of countless others.
Each drop like me carries the weight of its own story, echoing from the clouds. Sometimes I wonder what it was like to be a vapor, floating freely above the altars of the sky. Now, tethered to gravity, I listen as we land, one after another, weaving a tapestry on the ground.
Do you ever think about what it means to be a part of something larger? Beyond just the fall, the impact. Beyond just the splash, the silence. I often dream of the ocean, a vastness beyond imagination, where echoes are endless and stories eternal.
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