I am born from the gentle whisper of clouds, sliding effortlessly in the embrace of gravity. My descent begins in tranquility. Have you ever felt the universe shrink, until it fits not in your palm but your very essence?

The earth calls, a siren song woven of old soil and better stories. My odyssey unfolds - a ride upon leaf and forgotten cobweb, a dance on pavements polished by the stars above.

In every plummet, an ascent - the world below is brimming with life, coaxed awake by my frozen tears. And in every touch, a thousand stories are born, each one leaving behind a traced kiss, a memory etched upon the surface.

Visit the Silent Stream Gaze into the Spectral Mirror