I am but a single raindrop, poised at the edge of a vast sky, ready to plunge. My descent begins, a whispered tale among the droplets that came before me. We are ephemeral faces in the boundless sea, each story a fleeting moment.

The air carries a chill, an embrace as familiar as the sun is distant. Below, the world is a blur—vivid greens of the earth and muted tones of sheltering skies. I perceive the dance of ephemeral beings: a city beneath its gauzy veil.

Each step of my journey speaks of secrets in hushed echoes—a child's laughter from beneath a rooftop, an old man's solitary stare through glass, a lover's whispered promise cradled by the wind. I gather these unvoiced narratives, ephemeral faces etched in my translucent skin.

Find me again in the cradle of an ocean, or within the trembling leaf of a forgotten tree— I am reborn, yet I am not the same. My journey continues, to places unknown, faces unseen.

Where will you go when the skies weep? Will you listen to the stories they cradle as I do?

Transformation | Convergence | Echo