"Four more paces to go; ah, I see that my boots have yet to plant the ground. I shall give it a second or two." Once more, the fleeting rock had fell down into the depths of Sysiphus's reach. "Perhaps I should explain to you who this man was, why he had seen himself yet again below the crevis of death, but a top of the clouds that conquered life."
Sysiphus was an age old king, the king of Ephyra, to be exact. His reign was so strong, he had plagued the gods of a defying deceit. Death could not taim him, nor could the might of the gods. It was until then, that it must be life that had strangled his tongue.
He threw himself back down unto the slopes of purgatory, reaching ever-so eagerly at his champion. "Wait... his champion? I don't understand.", "How could you?! You have yet to see life from above the clouds. How can any man believe his life to be worth such peril, if his life is all he believes he has."
A striking blow had hit Sysiphus's arm. Bleeding from top to bottom, he marched back up to the clouds, with his champion leading the way. All that Sysiphus could do was to hope the next descent was as a distant second from the last.
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To Go On
Cerita PendekDario is a deprived soul, tainted by the prospect of his own mortality. On what should pass on as a normal visit to his therapist, transpires an unusual tale of tragedy and hope.
