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The wind whipped their faces while. You held on tightly to the railing of the golden carriage. Below, the world spread like a tapestry of greens and blues, smaller and smaller as they ascended. At your side, Helios, the sun god himself, guided the reins with a serene smile. His eyes, the color of molten gold, shone with an inner light that captivated me.

"Watch." He whispered to you, pointing to the horizon. "The world is more beautiful from up here." The clouds swirled around like cottony sheep, and the sun.