Embarking from the cloud abyss, I am a mere whisper in the storm. My journey is an echo of countless iterations, each one a step closer to the earth's embrace. I ponder: What do I leave behind as I merge with the porous soil?

Am I a missing verse in Corban's labyrinthine poem? The echoes of thunder carry fragments of forgotten tales, and I wonder, will you trace my descent through the enigmatic paths?

A single drop may scatter, but together in the vastness, we form the ocean, the sky, the cycle unbroken. Witness this, the infinite continuity beneath the surface of your conscious daydreams.