Once there was made a crystal sculpture, two hearts entwined in an intricate pattern of luminescence and love; it was so beautiful and perfect that no-one could look at it and doubt that it was right.
One day, the sculpture smashed. No-one knew why or how. An infinite number of infinitesimal crystal pieces lay shattered where the beautiful thing had been.
I may spend the rest of my days, on my knees in the darkness, trying to find all those pretty crystal shards, collect them up, make them whole, pondering all the while upon the futility of my task.
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