Drip. That's how it begins for me, the timid dance of a single drop on a leaf bracing for the plunge. Who knew I'd find myself plummeting through the layered embrace of trees?
(^･o･^) When I land, I become aligned with other droplets, pooling together in a quiet concert of resonance. We're all on a journey too, traveling the gentle weave and undulating path of a trickling creek that some trees call their 'home.'
Whispering vague truths to the moss and ferns, occasionally staring up to see a foreign sky, a different realm. Muffled tales between the trees and echoes of brief stirrings.
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