There's a sound of rain outside the window. Calming, alluring raindrops tumbling against the glass- as they allways do these autumn days.
But when she raises her head to watch the trees dance in the wind, there was no way to see it. This was no ordinary rain.
Thick, dark blue drops Bursted at the slightest touch of the glass, forming irrevocable words onto it.
"The sands are running..."