Echoes of Stillwater

I fall from heights unseen, tracing the whispers of the sky. My journey is brief, a short descent that reminds me of the vast oceans I may one day see.

As I slip through the air, I wonder: am I merely one among many, or do I carry a story all my own? The answers lie at beneath and above.

I hit the surface—a moment of chaos, a ripple—then calmness returns. The world reflected here is fractured, each fragment revealing a new possibility.

I see echoes of my own birth in this stillwater, a primal dance shared with the elements. My existence is fleeting, yet every drop has its memoir. Perhaps in the depths of another's reflection, my story continues.

Surrounding me is silence punctuated only by the soft patter of my kin, a symphony of solitude. Together, we create a mirror—not of water, but of memory.