In ancestral whispers I cloistered:
A bead amidst the tumbling cascade...
Lonely, yet kin to the pooling abyss.
Luminous fractals chant tales of sorrow;
I mourn the drowning of terrestrial souls...
Each cycle a hymn to the forgotten.
Hollow echoes arise from torrential despair,
Rippling in spectral reverie...
Eclipsing forgotten luminescence.