• I didn't see anything different about that one. It fell right in place with the other ones. It wasn't especially wonderful or exceptionally dull. It was just... there. Then, someone whispered a secret to me. They said it was a special one. I thought they were wrong. But it was put into my hands, and I was able to turn it over and over, and I immediately saw the beauty in it. It was better than the rest. I got to hold it for a while, and enjoy the goodness in it. I had to put it down, but I knew I could pick it back up soon. But before I had a chance, a spell of confusion wiped it just out of reach. It was far enough that I was able to see the other details; the bigger, more beautiful ones that I had missed before. I wanted it more than ever, but it was on a point, and it could fall away from me, or towards me. I just had to wait and see. To my great excitement, it fell back to me. I caught onto it, and it was mine. But before I knew it, it was ripped away from me again. But this was a bigger, stronger force, that carried it further out of reach than it had been before. Neither it nor I had control. I have no way of knowing if it will come back to me. There's nothing I can do to change or influence anything. I must wait. I must be patient, and know that the right thing will happen, whether it becomes mine again or not. But the longer I wait, the more it seems as if I must have painted a picture in my head. It was some figment of my imagination. Nothing so wonderful could really be there. It was something fake, that could explode and shatter and fade away, and never make a difference to anyone but me. But it wasn't fake, I know it, I held it in my hands. But the longer its hidden away from me, the more confused I become, and the more it appears as something I imagined all along.