I am the whisper that breaks the silence above the heavens. Cradled in the clouds, I am woven with the essence of moonlit echoes. As I part from my celestial cradle, I gather stories etched in mist, tales older than the stars themselves. Falling now, I slip through the wind's embrace, rippling within the air's vast canvas. The world below unfurls—a tapestry of lives, stitched with dreams and drenched in longing. Do you feel my journey, the quiver of destiny in my crystalline form? I descend toward earth's embrace, a promise that we will intertwine, a reunion sweetened by gravity. I see the ground approach, a mosaic of life and longing, ready to weave me into its history. Will you listen to my whisper, the echo of the depths I carry?