From the cradle of clouds, I plunge
Into the vast unknown, an elixir of fate
Do I quench the earth or question the void?
I gather whispers from the winds
Secrets of eons held in the fragile
Yet, my body, mere water weaving destinies.
Conundrums swirl in ephemeral pools
Where do I end, and where do I start?
The rivers remember, but I am here—now.
Seek the Roots of Ancient Murmurs or follow the Stream of Eternal Questions.
Perhaps you will uncover the Shrouded Grove of Secrets, veiled in silence and rain.