The bandit travelled between galaxies on intergalactic highways.
He stopped passing ships and took what he could from them. Trade was easy when you knew to steal things that would not be missed. Who’d have thought that apples would sell so well on a planet where trees could not grow, but diamonds were as common as rainwater?
He could board any ship, take any item and escape without detection. The one thing he could not work out how to escape from, however, was Death.
He spent years searching for the Fountain of Youth only to find that while its waters gave you the appearance of being young, they did nothing to make you immortal.
His next port of call was the Sands of Time. He plundered a ship and took a life. He watched as Time ran out of the body and tracked its return to a quiet, unexplored corner of the Universe. The Sands of Time ran together here, twisting around one another in an infinite loop, eternally replenished and diminished by an ongoing cycle of life and death.
The Bandit took out a cup and stole a measure for himself. Somewhere in another galaxy, an entire star burnt out.