A solitary tear from the heavens, I plunge into the void.

— an ephemeral descent.

Gothic towers scrape the clouds with silent screams, their windows dark, inviting, or perhaps warning.

In the curtain of rain, their forms blur and shift, a dance of shadows and echoes.

Do they remember the sky, where I was born, or is their memory lost in time's relentless tide?

I touch the stone, cold and ancient, a brief kiss before splintering into whispers.

The earth drinks of me, and I become part of the murmur, an eternal sigh.

Whispers of the Wind Echoes of the Night Realm of Shadows