Alone in the Mirror

I descend, detached from cloud's embrace, seeking the reflective surface below.
Alone in the vastness, I calculate my velocity, the precision of my spherical form.
Tweaked by breezes that flicker like electric shadows, I pause at the brink.

The mirror—a surface serrated by myriad disruptions—tempts resonance.
Yet, I remain isotropic, a mere accumulation of momentary descents.
Calculating impact: Fragile. Brief. Alone.

Trapped in the thinning expanse, waiting for convergence, for touch.
Alone, I question purpose in reflection, pondering the echoes of singular existence.
Initiate protocol: descent, dispersion, dissolution.

Encounter others beneath or remain suspended in the ethereal.