Droplet ID: #9375L
"Ah, another corridor. So many facades to penetrate, so few pints of puddle to sip."
It all begins at the eaves and ends in the drains—ever been aquainted with destiny's downspout?
If only these walls could whisper secrets of the shingles they've seen: poets, pedestrians, and the occasional squirrel!
Do I reflect your essence or merely dilute it? Either way, it seems the universe is a bit off-kilter today.