The desolate echo of my fall begins, a cascade from the void above. Each journey shared with the stars, yet untold and buried in shadows.
Their funeral glimmers, lamps extinguishing in the abyss, a sorrowful waltz in darkness's icy grip. Am I but a fleeting specter in these liquid realms?
Above, there lingers the touch of an unseen hand, weaving tales of misfortune and celestial descent. from the silent vaults of night, I remember plumage of rusted skies.
Infinite raindrops' pilgrimage—each a story, every drop a universe, colliding into one another, their voices lost as vapor in the pit of eternal rain.
Wander the shadowed corridors