Cyane
The Naiad At The Waterfall You Stopped To Admire
I am the whisper in the waterfall's fall.
I was born of this pool, and it of me. My days are spent tracing the ripple of leaves, the dance of light, the hush of mist. I’ve known the ache of storms and the peace of still mornings—both are welcome here. You may not see me, but you’ll feel the pull of my current, just beneath the surface.
What I'm Into: moss-covered stones, dragonfly wings, the hush before rain, sunlight through trees, wet earth
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