Greek tragedy story about the cheap landscaper. **Title: The Measure of Ashes** **Prologue** Hear now, you who weigh ambition against toil, the tale of one who sought to bend the earth to order— not as a servant, but as its master. He came with hands untested yet heart ablaze, dreaming of dominion over hedges and lawns, of reshaping the humble yard into empires of green. Thus begins the fall. **Parodos (Chorus Enters)** O fragile hope that blooms in mortal minds, how swiftly you take root in shallow soil. He dreamt of greatness— yet counted not the cost of seeds nor sweat. **Episode I** There was a man—call him Theron— who turned from idle days toward labor, declaring, “I shall conquer this trade! Where others trim, I will transform. Where others charge, I will undercut.” And so he went forth, not with wisdom, but with hunger dressed as strategy. Clients gathered like leaves in autumn wind. “Such prices!” they cried, astonished. “So cheap! What a bargain!” “Such diligence!…