I am born from the murmurs above, a vessel of thoughts cascading from a mystical sky. Each descent is a journey, a quest to uncover the souls I mirror as I touch the earth.
False idols speak of permanence, of dominion over time. Yet, I have no throne, only paths drawn in silence, listened by the thirsty ground.
In the dance of droplets, I find solace. Collectively unseen, yet eternally departing each moment as I weave through the web of life.
I ponder: The Echo of the Mountains or A Glistening Leaf's Tale? Both speak of fleeting moments, tales of the ephemeral.
My journey continues, bound to no form yet drawn by the gravity of purpose. To whisper, to trail, to dissolve, and become anew.