"Eek!"
Dorothy screamed and clung to Pegasus' neck. Dorothy lamented her misfortunes. Harpies, a giant eagle, and Pegasus, why does she always end up like this? (Though she could afford to think so, partly because she was getting used to it.) She knew from the position of the sun that she was heading south. But when she asked Pegasus where he was going, he wouldn't answer. He couldn't speak human language. Soon Dorothy also gave up. Que Será, Será.
It was then that she discovered the beauty of the Sierra Nevada mountain range. Undulating terrain. A mountain wall illuminated by the sun. The surface of the lake is as smooth as a mirror without ripples. The distant peaks were capped with a thin layer of pure white snow.
Pegasus began to descend.
Dorothy looked down. To the left of the long, narrow lake was a mottled cliff with reddish-brown vertical stripes running across the gray earth, as if they had been drawn with sand. A giant was lying there on his back.
"Stop it!" cried Dorothy.
However, Pegasus landed beside the giant. Dorothy hurriedly jumped off Pegasus' back in an attempt to escape the giant.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you," said the giant. It was a calm, intelligent voice. "First of all, I can't move."
There was the sound of iron hitting iron. Dorothy turned timidly. It was just as the giant said. The giant was bound to the rock with chains.
"Who are you?"
"Prometheus," the giant introduced himself. With long hair and a beard, his despair-stricken face resembled Caravaggio's The Crowning with Thorns.
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The Argo Goes West
Ciencia FicciónIn 1900, creatures from Greek myth began to invade America, where the frontier line had disappeared. Theodore Roosevelt builds the Argo, a battle train and heads to the west where monsters await!
