I cascade, a filament of moisture weaving its way through grouped memories of vapor.
Flashes of streetlight pierce through the translucent white cover overhead.

There's a stillness brewed within porcelain cups, although heat escapes silently as I settle like tendrils tracing out their essence.

Signals of Earthly Tales

Winds play coy, tugging on diluted vestiges I harbor. Echoes of soft laughter emerge, like remnants clinging to my liquid form, uninvited yet amicable.

A short stay, they said. Just a drench before evaporating into memory, weaving fables like threads through stranger's cocooned consciousness.

Veils of Custodian Whispers