Gliding through the stars, through time itself, into the void of endless silence, Icarus could see his destination become achievable. Exhausted, yet overly confident his father had been wrong, he pressed on, until the heat began to rise, increasing the difficulty of flight. Looking back, the fragile construction began to disintegrate before him. Feathers began to drift away to the point that Icarus felt gravity grasp hold of his torso, dragging him down, back to earth. Plummeting at a great speed, he hit the surface of the Aegean Sea with an impact resulting only in an instantaneous death. Simultaneously, hitting the coarse sands of the shore with his knees, Daedalus’ warnings to Icarus had become reality. Glaring out at the unfazed blue, their freedom had come at the ultimate price.
Don’t fly too close to the sun.