Deep from the cradle of cloud, I descend—an invisible traveler, yearning to paint the cerulean expanse with my ephemeral embrace. As we fall, the dawn gently illuminates the sky, weaving threads of brilliance into this endless ocean above.
I glisten with the fervent hues of a waking day, fragmented through prisms of time and solitude. It is a fragile and brilliant kaleidoscope—each hue a whisper, a forgotten promise, threads in the ever-flowing tapestry of sky and spectrum.
To part ways with the dew-laden embrace of the ephemeral clouds is to meet doubting glances in falls untold. But what is a drop's legacy, if not to join the symphony sung by the rivers and oceans, a ghost in the cycle of life yet dissolved?
Embrace the falling sparkles of sunlight danced upon ephemeral moisture. Join us in a reflection, others may try re^(t, r)urn to the now.
Like me, a solitary wanderer beneath twilight's tender glow, drift toward the realms beyond, where light converses with the horizon. Whispered Flames Laid Thickets