You're My Satellite...
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Username - ShadyBro
Name - Serenity
Gender - Female
Hobby - Glass Blowing
"In the beginning, I knew only water. The soft pull of the tide, the swirling depth
below my feet, and the unmistakable sound of crashing waves on a desolate beach.
It was there on that sand that I was born and raised, where I lived out my childhood
fantasies and struggled into my teen years. I believe that, without a doubt, this is
what drove my passions later in life. I was inspired, no driven by the beauty of the
ocean. By the glint of sunshine on the edges of shattered shells. By the rotting scent
of dead sea life drudged up from the deep blue. By the screaming gulls over head,
bickering over who would eat and who would die. I pride myself in my realism, in
my ability to bring out the beauty from such a scary place. Because truly the beaches
here would rather swallow you whole than open their hearts to you. But I saw it
anyways, hidden beneath grit and sand. And with that beauty I made what could
only be known as useless trinkets. For as the sea brings in its tide seashells and
pearls, I made the same from the sand in which they lie. A bountiful shop of colors
and shapes, glass-made trinkets are my only drive now. I have made hundreds,
probably thousands of these items. And yet, despite their popularity with tourists,
I find no use for them. A useless passion. Yes, that is my life now. Simply forever
searching for a greater muse, another passion, a more expandable talent.
Something...worthwhile."
-And-
Username - ShadyBro
Name - Serenity
Gender - Female
Hobby - Glass Blowing
"In the beginning, I knew only water. The soft pull of the tide, the swirling depth
below my feet, and the unmistakable sound of crashing waves on a desolate beach.
It was there on that sand that I was born and raised, where I lived out my childhood
fantasies and struggled into my teen years. I believe that, without a doubt, this is
what drove my passions later in life. I was inspired, no driven by the beauty of the
ocean. By the glint of sunshine on the edges of shattered shells. By the rotting scent
of dead sea life drudged up from the deep blue. By the screaming gulls over head,
bickering over who would eat and who would die. I pride myself in my realism, in
my ability to bring out the beauty from such a scary place. Because truly the beaches
here would rather swallow you whole than open their hearts to you. But I saw it
anyways, hidden beneath grit and sand. And with that beauty I made what could
only be known as useless trinkets. For as the sea brings in its tide seashells and
pearls, I made the same from the sand in which they lie. A bountiful shop of colors
and shapes, glass-made trinkets are my only drive now. I have made hundreds,
probably thousands of these items. And yet, despite their popularity with tourists,
I find no use for them. A useless passion. Yes, that is my life now. Simply forever
searching for a greater muse, another passion, a more expandable talent.
Something...worthwhile."
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