![]() In his mind, Icarus flew every day.Īnd when he looked at Apollo, Icarus fell. Glittering flesh, peaceful spirit, and soaring heart. Apollo would move the sun across the sky, and Icarus would bask in warmth that came from within. Where the wind and the wildlife were their only company, Icarus was free to lay in the arms of Apollo, safe and warm at long last. Icarus’ father would never know his boy had survived his fall, and Athens would never speak ill of him again. In their secret place, deep in a valley with gamboling rivers and wildflowers they would live away from those who would curse and throw stones. Naked and free, strong and alone, Icarus and Apollo at last could be together. Kisses and grins, palms pressed, they raced through the forest with the glee of children. ![]() Over sand and rocks they went, landing deftly in the shade. His lover lifted him into strong arms and, with the power of a god, they flew to shore. Warmth clasped around his wrists, pulling him with ease from the water. And there was the sun, his beacon of hope. Each trigger brings similar waves, but of higher level critters. After that are enzymes that we can use to build statues. Then we can supposedly re-trigger the extractor up to three times for exotics rewards. The gulls squawked and squabbled, the breeze reached cooling tendrils into his matted hair. My base assumption is to bring 2, good, ranged weapons and lots of ammo just in case you break one. ![]() Strength returned to him, his arms beat against the currents and the cold, his eyes upturned toward the heavens, an exact reenactment of his flight of feathers and dreams. And so, like in all matters of his life, Icarus found the sun and followed it. There was so much darkness in the water, being held at bay by the smallest inkling of light. You graced the sky with your form, and so you now grace the ocean. But where was such a thing possible? He was surrounded by ocean. It was time to surface, screamed his lungs. His skin burned from the sun’s kiss and the water’s embrace. His head could hardly process the dueling sensations and he found himself dancing on the edge of oblivion. It was a shock, to be crushed by the cold water and be cradled by it simultaneously. So endeth the fall of Icarus, and his story as Athens would know it. Little did they know, oh those sorry fools. As he fell, his eyes remained on the sun, his heart pounding with anticipation. Wax, feathers, and waves of heat dripped upwards into the sky. Icarus fell so far, so fast, with a smile baked on his face. A FILM BY BRYAN FOGEL The ruthless worlds of international sports and politics rarely collide as spectacularly on screen as they do in Bryan Fogel’s thriller that is sure to set off convulsions of controversy.
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