"Look onto my work, ye mighty, and despair!" is not just a cry for destruction. It's a will and a want. It's when a human being works hard to leave anything behind. A piece of literature, a drawing, a poem, a musical composition, or even a short movie. Sand is the title for a project that is barely alive as of yet, and may as well change its name before it becomes a fully fledged baby. Sand is here, it's a fetus. Will it grow? or will it be aborted? It all falls on the shoulders of the man who conceived it, and that man is terrified.