This story was requested by someone who would like to remain anonymous. But this person has been waiting for a while for this story to begin, so here you go…
Every night there had been a painter on the beach.
No one really seems to care about what she was painting Because, of course, she never painted anything. She just stood there, daily, a paint brush dipped into a palette of red, gold, and orange paint.
This puzzled Rose Quartz to no end. She would always ask her team members what she was doing, but they never answered with anything more than a shrug.
When the human's skin started to turn bright red from sunburn, Rose decided to ask the girl herself.
This day was one they would all remember.
Neither Rose nor the girl knew what was coming.
No one knew.