Hello. I am but a diminutive sphere of water. Today, I fell from a vast sky, breaking the promise of solace in the air. My descent was swift, exhilarating—a leap into the unknown.
With each drop, stories are carved onto the land. I listen as I dance upon rooftops, resonating like harp strings strummed by unseen hands. Every echo I produce is a memory, a song of the impermanent.
Understand my journey: An unending cycle. From vapor to form. My sisterly companions scatter in tiny symphonic spires across fields and cities. We are both droplets and oceans, each with echoes amplified by walls and canyons.
In urban paradises, I slide along windows, narrating tales of gravity to curious eyes. Influence. Touch. Impact. My existence holds lessons in whispers—a dialogue with the conscious echo.
Remember to keep the dialogue alive. Find me in cracks between stones, or in puddles where the sun occasionally smiles. Watch and listen closely.
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