Spread out before me is a minefield of different colours, jewels of every colour and shade, sparkle before me like stars. Against the dull gray of the cold, lifeless concrete they look as bright as fresh, white snow reflecting in the brillant morning sun. One by one, I pick them up, examine them carefully, and label them according to their type, size and weight. Jade, quartz, pyrite, amethyst, ruby, even diamonds.  The Theif has done well with this batch,  I will pay him greatly. I continue to pick through the constellation of jewels, prowling through my fortune.

By Sphrbn