I am but an ephemeral gleam—a singular raindrop falling from the cradle of clouds to embrace the grounding earth.
As I descend, I ponder my purpose, threading through the air in a waltz of thoughts, bound by the weight of existence.
The universe whispers secrets, and I am its listener, cradled in the hollow of space where sky meets soil.
My kin and I cascade, boundless travelers in a journey without end. Each splash is a connection, a momentary union
with the primordial sea—the standing witness to myriad paths etched in time.
I gather stories from the lofty clouds, tales of stars and starlight, dreams of days to come and of days forgotten.
I seek to understand the world through the eyes of an earthling. There lies a river, a distant melody that speaks
of mountains, valleys, sunsets, and the whispering winds. Where am I meant to land?
Beneath this transient journey lies an eternal cycle—a forgotten memory of purpose, yet always remembered by time.
Perhaps in this descent, I will find the answers I seek, or perhaps simply be at peace within my falling.