Far away from humanity, there is a place of
time which the universe cannot control. The
gold reflects off the sands onto the sky,
creating a haze around. Each grain piled up
on another creating large waves shaped by
the pushing winds.
Each grain of sand tells a story of it's own. A
moment of time that can be only seen once
but not again. Each part of time that has
been, is being and what could be is present.
Each grain is unique in its structure and story,
and none can affect what they tell.
But once again the raging storm approaches.
The sand is tossed up into the air and torn
around and apart from each other. The wind's
structure of the sand changes and it will
never be the same to what it once was
before. This forms new waves and new
structures by the wind, but not the same as
the old ones. The storm will rage on and
continue its infinite journey through the sands
onwards.