ICARUS
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The ancient myth of Icarus; reimagined.
Icarus is a young man longing to be a hero, living in his father's shadow. Throughout his life, sunlight is the cause of his temptation, haunting and luring him in through the form of a glorious son of Apollo.
As the old tale goes, one day, that temptation will lead him to his destruction.
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