Sands of Time

I dreamt of a bead of sand and sunset last night.
The finest of all sands.
It felt like Persia in their glory.
Golden, raw, shiny, and twisted grain.
As for the sunset, it was the best.
It tasted like the most stinging summer drink.
Sour, sweet, fresh, but warm.
There was another thing that I encountered last night.
There was you.
Yes you, whoever you are.
Sipping on the sunset, and watching the sand bursts into particles of nuclei and tiny planets.
I just sat there, stunned, as you asked me to take over your next turn.