
Strolling along a sandy strand that stretches along the south end of a secluded island, it appears that you have discovered the final resting place for all shells that go to Heaven. Shells of every shape, size, and color decorate the shoreline in a numbers comparable only to that of the stars in a clear night’s sky. You are drawn to a solitary shell that basks in the sun, peacefully knowing that There is Nothing Lonely About Being Alone.