A storm where symbolic and elemental worlds intertwine.
Rain falls first, ancient, indifferent.
Then another sky unfolds.
Letters drift through space
like seeds from burning libraries,
spores scattered from forests of language.
Characters descend gently yet inevitably,
responding to tangible and intangible gravities.
Time flows in cycles here.
Dawn brings clarity to the falling script.
Darkness allows letters to emerge luminously from the void.
Touch can hold each moment still,
freezing precipitation mid-flight,
capturing meaning before it dissolves.
These glyphs hold eleven alphabets.
Scripts that write intimacy and estrangement,
sanctuary and exile.
Each symbol participates in every human movement
toward connection and isolation.
They fall like rain,
nourishing and flooding in a single gesture,
indifferent to all that thrives or perishes beneath.
Within this storm:
fragility and strength,
visibility and absence,
permanence and impermanence.
The echo of life mingles
with whispers of unceremonious endings.