📖 The Archive of Raindrops

A single droplet hangs from the edge of the window frame, holding a distorted, miniature version of the garden inside its glassy belly. It trembles for a long moment, shivering against the pull of gravity before finally letting go to join the puddle below. The world remains perfectly still, as if the water is merely testing the weight of the air. It is a quiet, liquid gravity that turns a grey afternoon into a secret, shimmering library of reflected light.