And as he fell, Icarus laughed. For he knew that, to fall is to once have soared.

...

Icarus woke up, that was already impossible enough. A fall so high must have had broken his body and his spirit, yet all he felt was a light headache and strong dizziness.

He sat up, feeling underneath himself. Sand. He had somehow, from the middle of the ocean, arrived to a lone island without a house in sight. That was another impossible thing... Icarus coughed off sea-water, wiping his forehead and wringing his hair. He was soaked. That was more possible.

... where was he? His wings were melted, and he had no memory of ever planning on waking up.

"... mhg..."