The grains of sand glistened like glass,
pricking hands as if it were shattered shards.
The sand stacked upon each other to form castles,
soaking up memories as easily as heat.
The sand surrounds the world.
It connects worlds.
It is the world.
The grains of sand glistened like glass,
pricking hands as if it were shattered shards.
The sand stacked upon each other to form castles,
soaking up memories as easily as heat.
The sand surrounds the world.
It connects worlds.
It is the world.