Through her studies the girl witnessed how these insignificant creatures became a living record of the past.
Every ring was a season whose length was measured by their breadth.
Every shade a mineral whose passing was captured on the backs of their shells.
And every shimmer was a crystal whose components once made up the structures that supported life.
These, and hundreds of other things, became the language that the creatures spoke. To some they were meaningless noise, but to her they painted a vivid picture of an unfamiliar landscape. In the remote reaches of the sea these shells offered her a glimpse of the world from an immense scope, seen like a gallery of images through her mind’s eye. Each shell told a unique story, and from these small creatures she could absorb the perspectives of places and times never before seen.