I am but a simple "drop", yet my life is a tapestry woven through the currents of the sky. As I fall from celestial heights, I carry tales of wisdom and tranquility. Allow me to guide you through my descent.
From the clouds, I pirouette through the airstream, teaching the silence of the void to embrace me. Each gust shares secrets of distant landscapes, shaping my descent.
The earth below, a myriad of textures and hues, eagerly awaits. The moonlit groves are my destination, their silent whispers echoing the song of the stars.
In the moonlit groves, learn of the elder trees, whose bark tells stories older than memory itself. Here, I mingle with the roots—Whispering Roots—and share my knowledge with those who thirst for truth.
Instruction is key to survival, dear reader. Embrace the cycle, seek understanding in every drop, every ripple. Join the chorus of the groves—listen, learn, and grow.