Burn With Me

Icarus was no God. He was a mortal with aspirations. A genius. A perfect specimen who desired to attain that which was out of his reach. So he labored day and night. Under the hot sun and the frigid moon. Until his creation was complete, and then, only then, when he and his father made their escape from Crete, was the truth realized.Three things became impossibly clear to him in the end:One. Wings were not meant for man.Two. Scars lasted forever.And three. No one could reach the sun ... at least ... not without getting burned.