From the highest reach, I fell, a solitary journey of a raindrop.
Bathed in the light of freshly fallen droplets, I am a fragment of a shower's memory, seeking solace in the embrace of the earth.
This path carved in time, a corridor echoing tales untold.
As I journey down, I speak to the stalactites, speaking to them in gentle whispers that resonate off their ancient forms.
The caverns hold secrets of the earth's heartbeat, a rhythm of silence and echo.
Every drop leaves its trace, yet I blend into the seams, a part of the larger narrative.
In the vastness, I hear the stories of each echo, tales of past falls and future flows.
I ponder my purpose, my role as a link in a chain of droplets, each cascading towards the ground, yet part of a larger cycle.
Echoes of Old Depths of Revelations Paths Untraveled