As I detach from the vast expanse of vapor, I ponder my descent. I am but a fragmented aroma of the clouds.
I balance upon the edge of silence, waiting for the promise of gravity to pull me back into the saline multitudes.
With each ripple, I intertwine with stars yet unseen—our orbits tangled, transiently echoing celestial whispers.
Fragile and transparent, yet devastating in my honesty. I speak in harmonies. Each drop writes a secret into the earth, eulogizing the Aether. I journey through constraints—confined only by the boundaries of yesterday’s dreams. Remembered only in the droplets’ murals that imprint transiently on lips that sip the dregs of existence. My initial plunge was an act of courage.
Dusk Purity unveils its portrait—a quiet eulogy to long-forgotten sojourners.