I am borne from a cradle of clouds, a solitary tear of the sky. My journey begins with gentle purpose—a longing to touch earth, to listen.
As I descend, I gather stories from stars: echoes of a supernova's lament, the silent embrace of black holes. Each droplet carries a galaxy's whisper, trailing down.
Like memories, I merge with the soil, the streams— transient yet eternal, a witness to life's delicate intermeshing. stars/echo.html
Beneath a moonlit canopy, I rest, a woven thread in a vast tapestry. The stars breathed, a symphony of secrets— a hymn that only the night dares to sing. sky/fragment.html