like salt in the sea

BASTIEN i am the remedy to your heart, Deimos brought forth his various items and Bastien inspected each in turn very carefully, holding them softly in his hands and turning them around, nodding and smiling as he put them down. They were personal, beautiful, spoke of so much love for his wife that they almost made him cry when he thought of it; but there was time for that later. "You are a good friend, Deimos. These are wonderful memories of her." He put his hand on the other man's shoulder and nodded, sure that everything would have a place on the memorial. He was pleased that Deimos agreed to use his hands for the work; together they would create something with no shortcuts for her, no workarounds. It would be considerably more effort, but the thought of cutting corners on something to honour Rexanna left a poor taste in his mouth. "Come, then. I was thinking something in the shape of an oval, with a shelf for the various items and a picture, and some spaces for candles. I will add the finer details around the rim...and perhaps you could help make sure the shelf is structurally sound?" While he was asking Deimos to work with his hands, he knew that the man was not confident in his artistic abilities and did not want to overface him. "The first thing we have to do is build up the clay on the wall; you see I have made a space here and applied a first layer, mixed with some glue? We must place it on this." Pulling a large bag of clay near, Bastien knelt and began to take out handfuls, smoothing them out onto the wall. I am the carbon collected. I am the printed upon your stars.