There is a place I call the cradle above. A realm of buoyant calm where particles of mist dance in delightful abandon. I, a singular droplet, hold stories unknown to the lives that will soon shatter under my descent. My existence begins among the many, a part of intricate sequences that repeat and reshape.
Yet here I am, swirling loneliness encapsulated. Together, we rush with purpose or perhaps urgency, the colossal embrace of gravity guiding our paths. In droplets like me, a story is etched—a weaving of destinies that fall within the walls of unseen bearing. I descend not to end but to begin anew.
The taste of life on the ground reflects sharpness; flavors foreign yet familiar rise as I linger close to stone giants that shape the paths beneath me. The warmth of existence coexists in the cool embrace of companionship. I find pride knowing I, a mere drop, partake in a hydro symphony, birthing unity thriving in shared fate.
Join with the Flow Catch a GlimpseWith each descent, my fellow drops whisper tales of wonder and reckoning. Are you also part of a phantom story, blending into the weave of nature’s quilt? I ask silently, knowing that the answer flows within the rapture of each joining pulse.