I am born from the whispering clouds, a crystalline wanderer. Falling from the skies, I carry tales of the heavens.
As the earth calls, I descend, drawn into a dance with gravity. I am light, yet heavy with the stories of storms.
Through the misty veil of the morning, I journey, weaving through the air like a thread in a tapestry of rain. Each drop a world, an echo of the skies – a portal hidden in the mundane.
Approaching the soft embrace of the ground, I coalesce with others, forming a mirror of the vast sky above. Yet, I am different – a spectrum of experiences condensed into a single fall.
Enter the Portal Fables of the Floods