I am but a single bead of rain, newly forming among the dew drops in the pale dawn light.
My journey begins high in the velvet dome of sky, woven by electric threads of storm.
Touching the ephemeral sand below, I find solace in sharing stories of transcendent sands.

The sand, a sea sleeping beneath the sun, sings an ancient song of nomadic winds and Forgotten Echoes.
It eagerly awaits the presence of gatekeepers, whisperers of doors only seen by those who seek entrance.

I slide down the expanse, carried by the gentle grasp of gravity, a small ripple across a vast eternity.
Somewhere within the grains lies a map—a promise of lands untold, of worlds unwalked.