I am but a crystalline wanderer, a gentle glimmer caught mid-journey. From the skies, I plunge, transgressing boundaries 'twixt cloud and sea.
In the beginning, there was silence. Only silence. Then, there was the calling of the vast, the whisper of the edges where water kisses land. An invitation wrapped in the silk of the night's tempest.
The sea foams eagerly, a cerulean altar awaiting my descent. Each sibling, a drop like me, suspended in a fragile dance, is caught in the gravity of the shores’ eternal embrace. There is no edge here—only the continuum of the pour.
Falling, I relive—tiny reflective worlds splintering, changing, yet so profoundly whole. I wonder if you also feel this way, fellow drops, as you hurl towards the earth with purpose veiled in mystery.
Beyond the bristled horizon, where the sun melds with the salty expanse, lies our shared origin whispering secrets untold, reminding us of the metamorphosis inherent in our aquatic lineage.
As I merge with the ocean's vast choir, a refrain echoes—timeless, relentless—a truth begun beneath the unraveling skies and destined to cycle anew in the cauldron of creation.