I was born a whisper from clouds, slipping through the ether into a universe unknown. My descent began with a shivering flicker of light, as I pierced through the autumn mist. Do you remember the first time you breathed earth, enveloped in warmth, rocked gently by the pull of gravity?
The boundless sky enveloped me, a tapestry of blue and gray woven with echoes of thunder. I fall through the memory of droplets before me, their stories mingling with mine—a rich history I never heard, yet felt deeply.
Landing on the window pane, the glass cool to my touch, I pause to reflect. I feel myself expand into puddles, merging with the essence of sunlight until I flicker, luminescent in a familiar solitude.
A script destined to follow, and you may see it flicker, too. Flicker as it whispers the tales that connect droplets with grand dreams, sleeping amidst grass, wood, and river flow. But remember—each path diverges, a choice written across the fabric of this universe.