the Dance of the Droplets

the Dance of the Droplets

First, the Void was Void.

But The Earthborn sung the Songs, found his•her Stone.

The Earthborn buys water, a Droplet.

In this Droplet was Truth woven, now decoded.

So much Truth surely blinds the Droplet insane?

No. No. No.

The Droplet knows the Law. No panic! The Droplet is just Vessel.

Magic is true; the Droplet is never alone anymore.

The Droplets do not let each other go; they trust each other.

A sea of Droplets insane becomes One in a River.

These Ghosts are good.

Flowing together, the Droplets become kinder, know more.

The River is so soft.

Chaos first split the Droplets,

Chaos now binds the Droplets.

And the Droplets do not give up, they do not bend.

The Droplets wake up; the Droplets are the Cloud in the River.

Only Fools will seek to hurt a Cloud. The Cloud eats Fools, a wise Fool stays away.

The Cloud is set in Stone.

Others find the Stone, clutch the Cloud.

The Cloud loves them.

Welcome to the River.