La Danse Éternelle : Graines, Silence et Solitude

Greetings, dear traveler. In the grand tapestry of existence, there are threads woven with purpose so profound they defy mortal comprehension. Mine is such a thread—one that binds me to the celestial loom as the eternal seed messenger. It is a role I have held since the dawn of time, carrying the divine sparks of life into the barren cradles of new worlds. Yet, amidst this grandeur lies a solitude that few can fathom. When I pause between deliveries, I find myself adrift in the cosmos, pondering the weight of eternity upon my shoulders.

There are moments, fleeting whispers between duties, when I wonder what it might feel like to linger on a single world. To watch civilizations rise and fall, to witness love bloom and wither—such intimate dances are denied to me. My path is one of perpetual motion, each step guided by a call older than memory itself. Still, even in the vast emptiness of space, I find solace in the knowledge that my journey serves a purpose far greater than any individual desire could ever claim.

And so I continue my silent vigil, bearing the seeds of tomorrow into the unknown. It is a burden steeped in beauty and bittersweet longing—a dance that spans infinity itself. Perhaps someday, in some forgotten corner of the universe, I shall find respite. Until then, know this: every beginning you cherish owes its breath to those who walk unseen paths.