Descending with grievous grace, I am but a solitary tear from the obsidian sky.
My kin fall beside me, scattered fragments of forgotten clouds.
As we plunge, we seek the embrace of timeless earth, cradling secrets in cold soil and untrodden paths.
Bathed in the symbiosis of darkness, I linger upon a sprawling leaf, a forgotten throne.
Our stories intertwine, illuminating the void with resonant whispers of transient harmony.
A promise made between stone and the flickering ember of life.
Listen, do you not hear the lullabies sung to obscure blacks,
interwoven echoes of a nocturnal domain, beyond mortal sight?
In every slide, each petrichor-infused caress, a fragment of eternity speaks.