From a cradle of clouds, I tumbled down—curved and crystalline, enveloping the shimmer of the unseen cosmos. Vibrations of moisture hung in the air, their names lost to me, as I danced downward, a brief envoy of liquid. To the earth's crust I was drawn, greedily tracing the worn grooves of age-old journeys marked by others.
My descent, a melody in silence, plinked against the scattered remnants of family—fellow drops, lost in reverie. I heed the whispers, potential branching paths each holding a tale I could weave anew, yet longing to hear. Some fracture upon the canvas of the world while I wish only to drip slowly, softly, into familiar vale.