Be careful because a warm beach walk on the sand can turn into a walk of terror.
Be careful because your steps on the sand are quiet. The soft, million granule ground, harbors an amount of water enough to drown you with sharp broken glasses beneath.
Things seem to be harmless, but it can still harm you though it is lesser than what we expect. Quietness doesn't always mean safety, some danger lingers around, hiding its noise of terror. Monsters don't hide in the kitchen beside the pans and plates; it hides under the bed. Where only are dreams are stored, waiting patiently for us to close our eyes, embracing the darkness around us.
Not because we cannot see the sharpness of danger doesn't mean it's not there. It's hidden beneath the soft sand, ready to wound you as you get deeper with them.
Be careful because a warm beach walk on the sand can turn into a walk of terror.