Prologue

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The possession of brown eyes brought physical and mental pain.

Pain so excruciatingly agonizing that left the person feeling no remorse in taking their own life... taking a beautifully misunderstood creation and ripping it off of exhibition.

And we saw this.

We saw this through the forbidden love between sand and sea. Those two never mixed, we knew of that. No matter how much or how less the sea cared..

Sand will always sink.

Yet it will always be stubborn.

Sand suffered and drowned to build shores. It crawled and bowed in shame for the ocean to own ground— just a mere stepping stool.

But what if... what if heat was added to the mixture?

Emerald flames.

Would sand only turn into frail glass?

Or would it reflect like a clear mirror?

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