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In the last hours of being, we began to wonder if he was ever real, or just something we needed to believe in. Then it happened slowly, and then all at once. Icarus appeared. Wings wide at the back. Not with thunder or fire, but in silence. Calm. Static. Moving like a lost memory. It was a chilling thing to witness the myth made flesh, to realize we had placed our final breath in something we never truly understood. And now he was here.
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