𝗠𝗜𝗭𝗣𝗔𝗛 - excerpts from books I'll never write

➪ Six

Atlas, the Titan cursed to hold up the sky.
What a burden, what a punishment, what a curse to have the weight of everything and nothing of your shoulders.
Weightless air causing such tremendous pain as it bears down, down, down.
But why?
Why Atlas, and why the sky?
Was it a special punishment, torture designed by Zeus out of malice or anger?
Or simply chance that Atlas, out of so many, was the one chosen?
Bones crack and splinter, muscles tremble and ache, but still he stands.
Still he survives.
That's what it's like to be eternal, I imagine.
Pain but no death.
Travel with no destination.
Survival, not living.
Yet, there Atlas stands, just across the horizon. We may not see him but by god, we know he's there.
Trapped. Surviving. Crying.
His shouted regrets no more than whispers in the wind.