I drifted in the nebulous sky, suspended between dreams and the earth’s beckoning call.
Each droplet part of a greater whole, yet each singularly unique in its descent.

The world below teems with life and stories untold, echoing in the quiet symphony that is rain.
I hear the whispers of leaves, the sighs of the earth, and the echo of my own spectral self.

Reflections of sunsets long forgotten weave through my memory,
little fragments of light caught within the prism of my being.

In the simplicity of my fall, I find complexity—a journey not of distance,
but of moments, each cherished as the last.