Perched on the precipice of eternity, I am but a drop in a vast ocean of understanding—the world beneath whispers dark secrets to me. My crystalline form, a mere vessel of the night sky's lament, reflects the void of whispered histories untold.
Light dances on my edges, fleeting as the death of a candle's flame, as I ponder the deep plunge into Earth's embrace. Will they hear my cry, or shall I drown in silence, only to ripple within the obsidian lake of memory?
Alone, beneath the membranous veil of clouds, I contemplate the inevitability of life and return. Yet, bestowed with a fleeting moment of light, I dream of soaring kin who weep their own solitude above the siege of purgatorial silence.
Slide down to the whispering mist below and witness the gossamer tether of guardians hanging like spectral orbs in the night.