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A blind charge through the halls of Knossos. No one who entered its labyrinth ever saw the light again.

He falls for his own image and wastes away beside the water.

She weaves a web so perfect it offends the gods. Athena condemned her to spin forever.

He pushes the stone to the summit only to watch it fall. No end, no rest.

Everything he brushes turns to cold metal. Even the bread; even his daughter.

He flew too high and the wax gave way. The fall of the boy who would not listen to his father.

Faster than any man. Only three golden apples could stop her.

His music softens even the dead. But he looked back and lost her forever.

From his flesh came the earth; from his blood, the sea; from his skull, the sky.

Her apples keep the gods young. Without them, they wither and die.

She comes down from the mountains with bow and skis, and the cold comes with her.

Whoever holds his gold will know ruin. The ring keeps that promise.

She rides above the battle and decides who dies and who feasts in Valhöll.

Only he could draw the sword that Odin drove into the tree.

He placed his hand in the wolf's jaws so the gods could bind it.

Maimed and enslaved, he forged himself wings and a terrible revenge.

He won enough light from the moon to create the five days on which the gods were born.

Arched over the world, she swallows the sun each night and births it each morning.

Sent to punish mankind, she nearly left no one to save.

She fled to the desert as a lioness; her return brought joy back to Egypt.

From the sweat of his jaws the rivers were born; nothing crosses his waters without leave.

He thought the world in his heart and spoke it; and the world was.

A pharaoh erased every god to worship him alone. It lasted one reign.

Shipwrecked on an island that does not exist, he survived his host: a divine serpent.