Grains of sand are just broken up pieces of seashells, broken up into nothing, but even broken and shattered they sparkle, full of beauty and their shimmer is pure. Then those grains of sand are sent to be admired in hour glasses or minute glasses or even second glasses. No matter what amount of time or how much sand, time was a beautiful concept and sand is a big part of measuring it.
Beautiful things shouldn't be toyed with or they might get broken or teared. It's strange how the people who are interested in the concept the most break the concept along with their happiness.
Time is exactly the same and you should never ever mess with the past, the present or the future. But of course naive people will mess with the concept without even thinking of the future. Naive people like her. Naive people like all of them.
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FanfictionMarena Renoir. A girl with a pure heart of gold but people with gold hearts are naive. She can't get hold of the skull heart or our hard work is destroyed.
