Adoration Tremor

As I fall, I witness the world in fragments; a kaleidoscope of greys and reflections. The earth below hums softly, calling my descent, whispering forgotten tales of the sky. A melody swells within me, an echo of thundercloud symphonies—each droplet a note in a timeless song.

My surface dances when it meets the ground, shivering into countless siblings. Together we form rivulets of silken narrative, tracing stories in silence. The trees murmur, their leaves trembling in my wake, the soil drinks fervently, and I dissolve into the embrace of an ancient sleep. This is my adoration tremor; fleeting, beautiful, infinite.

Whisper in the Wind