Auguries of Innocence

The globe that belongs to Will Graham shimmers not with snowflakes but with golden grains of swirling sand. They part like the tides wafting images in and out. If one held it close enough in the palm of one's hand, even the warmth of the Florida keys could be felt as the vibrant landscapes forged out of a sea of turquoise blue. Before his world went up in shards of glass and fiery flames, this ideal vacation spot was where he called home. These days it was merely an evanescent dream, one he often wondered was even real at all.

( To see a World in a Grain of Sand Hold Infinity in the Palm of your Hand )