In Cosmic Rain, a human figure descends through space, followed by two comet-like companions. The light is not falling—it is returning, responding to a pull from the planet below.

This is not a departure from life, but a reunion with it. The rain is not weather—it is presence. And the figure is not lost—it is guided.

The descent becomes a reverse ascension: falling back to the place of origin, escorted by the same stars that once observed from above.

This is not exile. This is return.