We can turn lead into gold and vice versa.
Those who lack awareness of the value of gold may sometimes opt for lead instead. However, once they comprehend their loss, a profound sadness grips their souls and intrusive thoughts, akin to a relentless cycle, plague their minds. The agony of such a loss is truly devastating sometimes. Nevertheless, one's golden nature remains a personal decision. And once it is relinquished, allowing oneself to be treated as lead, the inherent value is forfeited.A grand event unfolded aboard an immense cruise ship. The atmosphere buzzed with amusement as everyone revelled in the joyous occasion. All attendees were adorned in their finest attire. Men donned impeccably tailored suits, complemented by crisp white shirts. Some added neck ties and pocket squares to exude a classic charm. The wrists of affluent guests glistened with opulent wristwatches. Never before had Sandra been a part of such an event. However, stepping onto the ship's deck, she instantly captivated the gaze of all guests. Though she was a novice at such high-profile gatherings, Sandra possessed an innate ability to leave a lasting impression with her impeccable style. Her long black dress gracefully accentuated every contour of her body. While not extravagant, it exuded elegance and confidence. She effortlessly became the centre of attention.
Prince Litvin was the owner of the ship. He was well known person not only in his kingdom but all over the world. Lots of people were coming from different parts of the planet to attend the venues he organised. Prince Litvin thought he is loved and respected by his guests. He even considered them his friends. However, the only thing his guest knew about him was his kingdom of fun. Nobody appreciated him as a human. He meant nothing without his money. Once he noticed how his guests were staring at Sandra he grabbed her hand and with the flow of music started dancing with her. Sandra was a magnificent young lady who possessed the ability to peer into the depths of people's souls. Right away did she recognize the shallow conversations surrounding the prince. Talks about carriages, castles, ships, coins and banknotes dominated the conversations, while his personality remained unacknowledged. Sandra longed to establish a deep connection with prince Litvin. She wanted to cultivate genuine values within his heart and fill his life with love.
As the sun went down, a hushed silence fell over the venue and the first notes of a piano melody pierced the air. Calm at the beginning, delicate notes started growing in intensity, reaching assertive and passionate tone. Each movement, every extension of an arm or turn of a body, ideally synchronized with the melody's flow. It wasn’t just an alumni waltz. The dance became their language, expressing what words cannot. As the sensuous dance came to an end, they remained hand in hand, united in their pursuit of something more meaningful.
Their relationship resembled a thrilling rollercoaster ride, filled with excitement and awe. As summer arrived again, Prince Litvin made the decision to host another grand party aboard the cruise ship. This time, the guest list expanded to include numerous strangers. The princesses he invited sought only the allure of gold. Draped in ostentatious garments, adorned with extravagant accessories, they endeavoured to capture the prince’s attention. Sandra's mind brimmed with thoughts, as she witnessed the mesmerizing effect these superficial displays had on her prince. She couldn't comprehend how he failed to see through the veil of artifice. Prince Litvin's behaviour shattered Sandra's heart. He danced one by one with these gluttonous women who sought nothing more than to claim his fortune. At that moment he became a ghost for Sandra, no more than empty space. She realized that he had never truly cherished her genuine emotions. Though her heart swelled with frustration, she remained composed, concealing her emotions.
Sandra swiftly left the boat and headed to the castle where they lived together with Litvin. She left behind her clothes, diamonds, and prince’s presence, for it had never held significance to her. Gazing into the mirror, Sandra said, "I will not allow him to underestimate my value and treat me as I was lead.” The only thing she came there for was a small, glass box hidden deep within her closet. It wasn’t a usual box, but a family heirloom that had passed down to her from her late grandmother. She was holding the box firmly in her grasp and running so fast that no one would catch her. Her breath got very rapid, the heart pounded in her chest, the limbs seemed almost weightless. Some time after, she finally reached the shore of the ocean. Tears streamed down Sandra's face, and she started screaming, releasing the pent-up emotions that overwhelmed her. Gradually did her cries subside. A newfound calmness enveloped her from head to toe. As her pulse steadied, she shifted her gaze towards the huge ocean waves. The refreshingly pure air, blue sky painted with vibrant hues and the warmth of the sand beneath her feet provided long awaited solace. This place exuded an undeniable tranquillity, disturbed sometimes by the distant cries of seagulls. Laying upon the glistening white sand, Sandra softly whispered her heartfelt desires to the precious box in her hands, "I yearn for the day when I encounter someone who truly values me," she murmured. As she was enjoying beautiful views, slumber gently overcame her, transferring her to the world of her dream. In this mystical reverie, Sandra witnessed herself adorned in a flowing white silk dress, standing gracefully alongside a strikingly handsome man. Beside them, joyous children completed the picture-perfect scene. Laughter resonated in the air, and the sparkle of happiness illuminated their eyes. The children were frolicking with unrestrained glee, while the loving parents were holding hands together.
The gentle caress of the sun's warm rays roused Sandra from her sleep. She blinked, opening her eyes. Her gaze immediately fixated on a striking figure on the distant horizon—a handsome sailor on a yatch. It was a tall broad-shouldered man with a light stubble, wavy black hair and green eyes that gleamed like vivid emeralds. To Sandra’s amazement, he navigated his boat towards the shore where she was sitting. When the sailor drew near and their eyes locked, he greeted her with a simple yet heartfelt "Hello." A twinkle sparked within Sandra's heart, for his voice was quite familiar to her. Sandra recognized him as the very man she had met in her magical dream.
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