I can't remember how it started, but I can almost remember how it ended. Landing on the hard surface after hours of falling- like water from a cascade descending into the river, splashing in it and never to come back. Never to be found. Hidden between all those layers and no one asks themselves, did the river just swallowed it, or did it just merge? Will it ever show itself again? Did it hurt? Because I am convinced it did. The aching of my bones, the screaming of my lungs, and the beating of my heart... Am I mortal now? The body I inhabit is not my own- like a reptile, always changing its skin, to grow, to maintain scales, to survive. Do they feel the same too? Just like the weather, altering itself, the ground hidden under a thickness of snow, leaves, flowers to bloom and even sun rays. Every single one with a story to tell, with a chronicle to share, let me divulge you mine.