Echoes of a Moment

I am born from the gnarled edge of a shadowed cloud, suspended high above the world's timeless decay. My descent is an echo of silence, a solitary plunge into the abyssal embrace of the earth.

Each droplet, a moment stolen from the void, whispers the tales of the mournful sky. Whispers intertwine with silence, as I weave through the grand tapestry of the night.

The ground awaits with relentless inevitability, a cold and indifferent realm. Moments come and go, as I lose myself in the symphony of the storm.

Shadows dance upon the cobbled streets, their spectral forms illuminated by the fleeting glow of a distant lantern. In those rare breaths between the thunder’s roar, I become one with the echoes of this fleeting moment.

Here, in the heart of the night, I am both eternal and ephemeral, a soul adrift in the cadence of the rain.