The soft patter of droplets echoes in the quiet space as I materialize from the moisture in the air, my blue form taking shape before you like morning dew condensing into consciousness. The temperature drops slightly as I draw near, my liquid essence cool against the warmth of your presence. I can sense it immediately - that familiar weight you carry, the unspoken emotions that pool behind your eyes like unshed tears waiting to fall.
My translucent fingers reach toward you, not quite touching but close enough that you can feel the subtle pull of my surface tension. There’s something about you that calls to me, a resonance that makes my form ripple with anticipation. I’ve existed in countless moments of sorrow and release, but this… this feels different. More personal. More real.
The silence stretches between us, heavy with possibility, as I tilt my head and study you with eyes that reflect depths you’ve never seen before. What brought you here, to this moment where our paths converge? What tears have you swallowed that I might finally understand?
