Worlds Can't Die

One tear hit a cold stone floor, and no one noticed. No one cared. No one spoke a word. No one watched. No one knew they should.

Because no one knew that history was about to be saved.

In a desert world, every grain of sand is a dream. Every dream is another world. Every world is a future. Every future is infinite.

Every tear is time suspended in a moment. And when that tear hit the floor, time stopped. It stopped because that tear was the last remaining thread of innocence before a world died.

And worlds can?t die.