At first, Icarus followed his father faithfully. But as the sheer joy of flight took hold, he became restless. He began to dive and soar, testing the limits of his new power. He felt like a god. He wanted to see more, to reach further, to touch the very heavens. He ignored his father's frantic shouts, muffled by the wind, and began a steep, glorious ascent.
With a leap, they were airborne. The sensation was intoxicating. Icarus felt the cool wind rush against his face and the incredible power of the air lifting him higher. Below, the island of Crete shrunk to the size of a pebble. Ships looked like tiny toys in a vast blue basin. Ikaras
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