1 Preamble

Chorus: A grain of sand never knows of the beach, just as the beach can never know every grain. The ebb and flow, give and take — ceaseless motion. And yet, the beach remains the beach, every grain is still a grain — timeless consistency. One without the other makes as little sense as a body without a soul, a ring without a hole, even as each knows not the other.

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