As I trickle down from the cloud, I remember...
In the vast circuit of grains, my essence converges with the eternal. An arcane whisper, I, a SINGULAR DROP, veil the tale of harmony and discord.
The desert shimmers, an illusion of stillness, yet beneath its ochre cloak, the soul of sand breathes.
Circuits of hidden pathways emerge, glowing faintly in the dim light of dawn. Each grain, a part of an intricate dance, moving in sync with the invisible circuitry. I mingle within, ephemeral in this grand design.
The descent was but a breath, a sigh in the tapestry of existence. Now, I am one with the echoes that echo.
Listen to the whispers of the wind, carrying tales of raindrops past, of their gentle kiss upon the sand.
Fleeting, we are, yet in our fleeting lies the secret of eternity—a raindrop’s gentle fall.
The sand and circuit—a duality, each a mirror to the other. I wonder about their stories.
I flow...