The story of the creation, in all its majesty, was written in six hundred words. Will the destruction be told as briefly?
and dammed the river below with a finger. He sat on top of the mountain, and his beard in the wind was a white flag.
Across the plains, as he watched, there were fires glowing, and the mountain under him trembled from explosions a thousand miles away. He bent his head, and a muffled cry reverberated down the hillside and through the valley.
A smaller figure appeared beside him, looking sad.
"Try again, father," the smaller one said.
The old one shook his head. "It would be the same."
"Give them another chance."
"They would do it again."
"Just once more."