Imagine the rustle and echo of a world cloaked in obsidian. My journey begins
as I detach, a delicate sphere pulling away from the clouds. The air held whispers tuned
to forgotten lullabies, woven in strands of moonlight.
As I plunge towards the world mapped below, the stories of droplets scatter like tangible refrains:
You were never alone. A wispy voice trails as I tumble, stirring against the chilly embrace of wind, whispering secrets known to few.
In the descent, perspectives shift subtly. Patterns on pavement aggregate exponentially.
Mismatched puzzles of shadow and glimmer, harboring echoes fused within substance. The night plunges,
its temperature seeps through.
The embrace of earth ultimately welcomes my gentle surrender, but before the union, a tawny portal opens. Here flickering luminescences dive within themselves, courting vanishing reflections.
This rainy destiny reaches into infinitude where each pore remembers variations of descent; spectrum bending within the hushed moisture.
A landscape adjusted by my presence, knowing echoes replaying behind crystal abstractions.