In the cradle of sky-bound clouds, I fell, a wanderer in the tapestry of air. My name, a forgotten echo, resonates with the song of lilacs—a melody of purple dreams and whispered secrets.
I dance upon the delicate veil of a flower's heart, where every droplet tells a story of the earth's embrace—an odyssey of essence, of life, unwritten and eternal. Beneath petals soft as whispered wishes, I find solace in the lilac's lilting hum.
The world is a prism through which I see, reflected in the gentle glow of moonlit dew. I am the voice of a raindrop, echoing in the lilac's song, a memory of the storm, a promise of the sun.
Follow the Echo Float with the Mist