You were walking through the forest, your favorite song blasting through your air pods, when suddenly, your phone dies.

Annoyed, you take your air pods out of your ears and put them back in the case, show both your phone and the case in your pocket.

You continue walking, hoping to find something to brighten up your boring day, when you come across ...

Icarus.

You've heard of his story before. A warning to not get carried away with the infatuation of innovation and technology. Your mother told you his story almost every night.

Slumped against a tree, covered in his own blood, sweat, and water. You don't walk up to him immediately. His once golden hair now a sad brown hue, his blue eyes the color of the ocean he fell into, his once porcelain skin now covered in unwanted cuts and bruises.

And then he looks up. At you. His eyes are gentle, so gentle.