Every drop
remembers falling.

You are at the bottom of the ocean. No sun. Only the small lights we make ourselves. Scroll to rise.

The water learns to breathe.

Plankton becomes forest. A single seed-stone wakes, gathering light into matter — the first green archive of the sun.

Break the skin
of the sea.

Cloud, glare, weightlessness. What was pressure becomes weather. What was stone becomes signal.

And the stone
dreams it is a star.