Corridors of Fluid Reflection

I am a solitary bead of the sky, clinging momentarily to the vastness
of the cloud, only to plunge into the cradle of earth’s embrace.
The corridors stretch infinitely, bending, twisting—a dance of droplets.
My journey a whisper among the symphony of cascades,
echoing in the caverns of stillness that cradle memories unreal.

Each corridor a dimension, a choice, a fragment of illusion,
where gravity yields to dreams and the tangible fades into mist.
I hear the laughter of light, cascading in prisms
through the veil of what is, what could be, what never was.
The path beneath my terminal descent promises a rebirth eternal.

Will you follow the path, traveler?
Will you touch the horizons where the real dissolves into echoes?
Enter the Void | Doorways to Dreams