Excavation

Jimmiologaba's ring fell from his finger into the Earth's sands. Without his rind, his form shrunk to man, his name to Jim, and his abilities nil. Relentlessly he dug to retrieve it.

After achieveing a sizable chunk out of the Earth's sands, three professionals approached Jim -- one an entomologist, one a topologist, and the third a psychologist. Dr. E questioned Jim on what he saw while digging. His results he displayed on a presentation board. Dr. T questioned Jim on how he dug. His results he displayed on a presentation board. Dr. P questioned Jim on why he dug. His results he displayed on a presentation board. In the morning, Jim sat and assisted Dr. E; in the afternoon, he sat and assisted Dr. T; and at night, Dr. P. 

Meanwhile, the Earth's carvings remained stagngant for observational purposes. 

After many years, as Jim was nearing the end of his lifespan as a mortal being, the three professionals went away. He never would see them or their posterboards in real life again. He looked out to his carving -- the same as years ago. 

A young boy with a shovel and pail passed by. "Why have you dug that much?" He asked.

"I was who I was. Then my ring fell from the sky, so I dug. I found a new colony of beetles; I unknowingly carved a product of two Mobius strips; and I found out I dug because I had a complex." 

"I don't see your ring," the boy pointed to Jim's finger. 

"It's in there somewhere," Jim said, pointing to the sand. 

Then, Jim died and shriveled to dust. The boy was scared; that wasn't how people died. He thought it must have been a daydream and made a sandcastle.