See, I am falling, starting from the edge of a cloud, a tiny pearl spun from the loom of air and Earth. Embrace the universe's sway, they said, as I ponder the flight and the impact. I tumble, twisting through winds, to drown in silence amidst cacophony - a plunge and a whisper held in the drum of my gentle descent.
Cascading into the lake, memories of a distant sun embrace the chill of my presence. I spread, am absorbed into deeper secrets: roots remember, ground shatters. Slowed, but more, each impression a paradox - known yet unknowable.
Moments drip from the sky and dissolve into the soil, creating patchwork stories in shades of saline. Why, though, am I drawn further? Each echo calls, longer, louder, fading before focused. Am I even I, or just the sum of splashes, murmurs?