In the beginning, I was nestled amongst the clouds, cradled by whispers of the wind. A thousand companions surrounded me, each a speck of translucent ephemera.
We tumbled from shaved whispers of ashen sky, brothers and sisters in luminescent fall. Our destiny to awaken the silent world below.
Every drop became a ripple, our baptismal descent soothing aching earth, gliding across sunlit shards of green, merging in sacred pools of wonder.
Yet—descent is not ceasing: I dwell briefly, embracing each repentant leaf before spiraling down, yearning and drawn to atone in brackish womb—the earthy sings again.