Echo of The Fall

Here I am, suspended, waiting with a thousand other whispers. Air currents tease and tickle, binding me in a moment's dance, a slight tug in the liquid arms of clouds.

I remember falls, the collective joy of plummeting, tethered droplets each with a tale untold, yet in this descent, I find unity.

The earth pulls, magnetic and familiar, ground-bound stories draw me close, urging whispers of silence in the cannonade crash beneath. I wonder if caverns listen to their distant echoes. Whispering echoes

Touching leaves, shimmering like jewels, stories etched upon their veins, fleeting connections made before the guide pulls them into ground’s cradle. Embracing the soil

My journey is cyclical yet unique, joining streams with whispers of history, flowing unseen, yet always present, a shadow in the twilight of nature’s melodies.