Greetings from the Abyss

Hey there, stranger. It’s just me, a humble little drop sliding through the atmosphere. You might call me Cleo, short for Cleodroplet, if we were on a first-name basis.

Ever wondered what it’s like to fall forever? The descent keeps you nimble. Each splatter a new experience on this slippery journey. I’ve touched warmth, danced in the coolness of a brook, and once, I even landed atop a steaming puddle, where I met a whole band of enthusiastic steam!

Right now, I’m drifting through the mysterious nether lights. They flicker and dance like tiny stars caught in a cosmic whirl. You could say they have a vibe, almost like they’re trying to connect with my minuscule essence as I plummet.

Sometimes, amidst this glow, I think about the stories I’ve absorbed—like the traveler who wrote poems as drops trickled down their window, sharing tales of solitude and discovering worlds in a glass frame. Or about rivers weaving through landscapes like a pleasant gossip.

Kind of poetic, right? If only the puddles would pause for a second, I’d spill my entire life’s tale so they could reflect a little deeper before someone steps over them.