Imagine looking up at a pool of swirling beauty but it's completely still and frozen with rich color, totally flawless like one breath could break it.

Then imagine it's started to rain and the surface starts to crack and split but you can't see these as problems all you can see is the added beauty the rain is bringing to the pool, and then the cracks turn to shatters and the whole thing falls on you but instead of pain all you can feel is soft strokes as hundreds of Tiny flakes of beauty fall around you and settle at your feet. Even through they're gone now they've left something you won't forget: that image of true beauty that will never die.