I am but a transient bead of sorrow, traversing uncharted realms.
In the embrace of night skies, I was born.
The descent, a melancholic serenade, lingers in my essence as I tumble through ebon chasms.
Drowned Whispers
A tale of echoes too faint to be born from the morose depths.
I've seen the world through the gentle eyes of the forlorn earth: a canvas of dreary chapters.
Solitary Echoes
Silent stories of alleys where shadows reign supreme.
As I roll, the dark symphony of unseen paths calls forth; an interminable voyage with no promise of warmth.
The Lazy Runoff
Untimely slumber in the tantalizing forest of forgotten tunes.
Each transient cradle, a flicker in my timeline, a brush against oblivion.
And yet I ponder, do I belong to the gales that sing me to silence, or the torrents that grant me life anew?