Particles of light refracted through the translucent form... The world is made of memories yet to be dreamed, each glassy facet reflecting an existence indescribably familiar, yet always foreign.

Is the fleeting nature of a single crystal's shimmer akin to our own transient dance upon this earth? Each sparkle holds an eternity, yet vanishes with a whisper. My mind trails through the corridors of thought, seeking echoes of moments long past or yet to come.