I am but a drop, a whisper of water descending from the eternal sky. I unite with the earth, absorbing the stories it tells — tales of shadows whispering to the dusk.
Each fall is a journey, a pilgrimage through the atmosphere, drifting and dancing with the wind until I plunge into the embrace of the land, cold and firm beneath the velvet sky.
Reflection on reflection — the shadow of a raindrop mirrored on the road, stepping out of the light into a world painted in tones of solitude and introspection.
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