As I hang suspended, crystalline and fragile, the world above me shudders with uncertainty. My existence—a fleeting instance of descent, born from the womb of fleeting clouds, destined to merge with a sprawling puddle of lost dreams...
Below, I watch time ripple. Each droplet my kin bears a weight of longing, a dark echo of dreams embraced and discarded. We dance in ephemeral trails, weaving together in a chorus only felt by the unseen.
Yet, the looming shadows of the storm whisper secrets in a language I am too delicate to comprehend, their cold tongues licking beneath my surface, stirring the ink of imagination to spill like my very essence.
Find the fractured reflections
And with each descent, I mourn—a symphony for the land that cradles our final breaths, dancing twilight shadows on the ground. Engulfed amidst a cacophony of thoughts that swirl like dust on the wind...