Yielding, I slip silently, cradled by the unknown atmosphere. An echo in the grand silence, I gentle descend.

Each droplet, an existential contraction, blurs with the world, reflecting on purpose or just descent.

Upon touch, I merge with the surface, a relationship born of momentary contact. Boundless unity.

The wavelength of my signal drifts, vibrating within and without, a concentric circle rippling through time.

Another cycle begins, perhaps to follow streams that whisper ancient tales. Or drop entirely unremarked.

Yet some might listen: Silence in Movement

And others catch reflection: Default Aura