Greetings from the realm above—suspended in the ether amongst friends. My descent is gradual yet inevitable, a part of an age-old cycle. As a mere drop, my perspective spans the altitude from cloud to earth, a panoramic experience.
Surveying the landscape, I spot tiny silhouettes beneath. Humans, I believe them called, traverse the world with urgency and purpose, often unaware of my impending arrival. Will they pause, reflect, or merely brush off my presence?
My form compresses, expands, a rhythm of the universe. In a way, I embody shadows of moments forgotten, dreams suspended in the sky. I whisper to them about the touch and the sensation of merging.
My journey is one of unity—of joining the torrent already quenching thirst or weaving stories of puddles and rivulets, fostering life in an unending masquerade.
To journey back, I stitch them, my tale, with threads of unseen strings—Reflections of a Ripple or perhaps Shadows of Future Drops.