I, a solitary bead, venture from the sullen ceiling. Consumed by gravity's cruel embrace, I cascade through the murk of the clouds. Below lies the undulating expanse of the infinite.
"Where do we end if not in the embrace of a galactic sea?"
Drifting within the opaque gloom, each ascent doused in lingering shade – each downward push a silent dirge. Streams whisper dubious songs about collision with slimy earth or merging with friends lost to eternity.
The tidal waltz, a serenaded confluence of chaos, every drop longs to know.
"We live, we die, we become."
Shall one ever drink the stars?
From the obsidian rivers of forgotten realms, to the rain's weave upon the dancer's floor,
I careen through the void with tales too heavy for echoing breaths.
Encounter the passage through mist empires, where silence outlives ethereal notes.
"The crescendo ebbs... the nebula awakens."