“They found her smiling like she’d seen the vault of the seasons, all teeth and tight cheek wrinkles. She was gone, away. She had left them. Maybe she could see the vault, the season cycle, the great wheel of rebirth, and she glimpsed her last life or her next, or maybe all of them, ever, infinite and forever, all her lives flashing before her eyes, and what she saw made her drop all her grief and sorrow like a bag of sand on the beach. In the kingdom of the sun, your life flashes before your eyes when someone you love is lost. Maybe it breaks you, maybe it doesn’t. Hearts are made differently, from stone or water or sand. Some are better at breaking.”