I am but a minute fragment of the aqueous cascade, spiraling from the cerulean mantle. Upon descent, I dance across ethereal pearls unfathomed, caught in the gentle quilt of dusk.
The cosmic orchestra plays a melody of waltzing luminescence—resplendent orbs that whisper ancient tales, woven of undying stardust and twilight dreams.
Encased in the gentle embrace of existence, I pour forth gratitude to the speckled firmament. My fleeting choreography across the void twinkles ephemeral, yet blessed by the infinite. Will today whisper secrets of solstice realms yet to unfold? I grope the size of infinity like a blind wish.
Shall I traverse realms sprinkled with dusk’s mirage? Or nestle within an amorphous womb, captured in solar opals? Looming horizons beckon with clandestine shades, promising to drape my minute body in their memory.
Adorn this nocturnal tapestry, glittering vestise of empyrean voyages in perpetual motion.
The ceaseless tide murmurs its halcyon lullaby, as I contemplate kinships with distant meteoric showers.
A serenade of starlit dreams and slumbering aeons ignite the base of my crystalline heart, enkindling the tranquil essence of momentary infinities encased in descent.
My journey continues as infinity pulsates silently just beyond—a reminder of the endless lights that guide a raindrop back home to the skies above.
Eternal etches, where I relish the brilliance captivating shores upon the horizon’s mystique.
Perhaps in another eternity, under another ethereal glitter, I will find the whispers of time’s infinite flow.