Portal to the Origin

I began amidst the whispering clouds, a particle of vapor yearning for form. With companions, I zipped through the gaseous realms, sharing stories spun from lightning and ethereal stratus.

Splash Point and Molecule Bridge awaited us, vast and inviting. But my journey was singular; a narrative not tied to the collective, but deeply personal.

Now, I vibrate on the cusp of gravity, sensing the pull of the unknown. Each interaction with the world below offers a fleeting glimpse of connection. In traversing the universe, the raindrop becomes a conduit between the cosmic and the terrestrial.

Here I remain, suspended, a point of origin contemplating its own end. Intrigued by Abyss Rebirth, I ponder; what stories will unfold when I touch the earth below?