Star Sand Time Traces

My genes are counting down to collapse. As rebel pursuit ships tore through the nebula, I was forced to land on the forbidden planet of Time Sand. Every particle of dust here is a fragment of solidified time, and your life will be stolen if you touch it. Until the man wrapped in a stardust cloak came stepping on the sand, and the silver sand flowing from his fingertips was actually repairing my DNA strand. "Your time," he said in a voice like the friction of stars, "is my anchor." I was horrified to discover that under his cloak, my stolen years were surging.