in the observatory with the candlestick.

A line drawn.

The sand parted.

This half is yours.

The other?

Mine.

Alas.

A wave.

One.

Two.

Another.

One more.

Oops.

There we go.

Its gone.

Who

owns

what

now?

Oh no you don't.

That's mine.

And this.

And so is this.

And that.

...

... who are you?

No!

This sand is mine.

See those rocks?

I carved an empire from

their chalcedonic enclaves.

Before me, what you

see was naught but rock.

Observe the waves.

Their fealty is mine.

With each passing moment.

They retreat.

And in the end.

I stand.

alone