Encore of the Grainy Virtuoso

They say each grain has a story, like the world’s tiniest autobiography. Carried by tides, whispered to by winds, and sometimes, just sometimes, arguing with a crab.

The sea does have a penchant for the melodrama, often weeping over the tales of forgotten shells. Ever tried to explain existentialism to a barnacle? That’s a tale only the tide knows.

"Can you hear it?" asked the sand to the indifferent sea. "Not with those wooden ears of yours," came the sardonic reply.