An ageless descent, I am but a droplet clasping the last beacon of stillness above the earth; a voyager forsaking known comforts for the embrace of broadening depth. From the nimbostratus veil, I cascade—each undulating plunge another step within this confused prelude.
The world turns to whispers below; undulating cries of bronze earth and sultry grasses rage within sweet wars of creation. I dance from heights forgetting their names, carving a wound to the rhythm of Hertz echoes—plains unfold and curl beneath, an argosy of foliage brushed by night’s breath.
Mysteries blend and seethe, unshackling the stamped march of liquid clarity as I tumble through collected spaces. To merge in moments never claimed, spiraling needles wink their pregnant truths—some hazards demand a sacrifice I dare not weave alone.
In the mosaic of pulsating azure, relinquish seam to folly—finding a sequence anew, a waltz among liquid chambers. Chase unbroken cold horizons, where temperaments clash with cloudy brass harmonies.
Journey onwards, faster than memory, a song left trailing amidst troubled blue—encoding fresh languages within the crumbling emerald rest. Follow the Echoing Verge
Amid whispered murmurs, silence concludes unwoven tales, meeting a gaze of sea-washed horizons. Should I imprint some hidden truth, surrendering to light’s gentle behest? Encounters Further afield