Icarus, the son of Daedalus who to escape imprisonment flies by means of artificial wings but falls into the sea and drowns when the wax of his wings melts as he flies too near the sun.

Before escaping, Daedalus warned Icarus not to fly too low or the water would soak the feathers and not to fly too close to the sun or the heat would melt the wax. Icarus ignored Daedalus's instructions not to fly too close to the sun, causing the beeswax in his wings to melt. Icarus fell from the sky, plunged into the sea, and drowned.

"Fly too close to the sun".

The power of man has no limits but also that we should be very careful how to use this power. Choices come with consequences, and individuals must bear the outcomes of their actions: the inevitability of consequences.

That was the tale of Icarus...

But what if he survived?

Having fallen from the sky, the young man Icarus fell and landed on a rock in the midst of the ocean near a shore. Close to his death he could have drowned, but knocked out unconsciousness onto the hard fall on the rock. The lapping of waves crashed against the rock, lightly sweeping and wetting his "wings". The wax and feathers - the wax long had hardened and solidified back once more from the fall after being melted and some feathers managed to remain much in surprise.

Laying on his back, Icarus remained cold. From the burn from the sun to the coldness below, a three pair of eyes had caught interest in the sudden body in their territory: nymphs.

Three nymphs carefully approached and studied the young man. Whispering, unsure if they were to lament - checking the young man if he had passed or not. But the more they stared at Icarus, they realized he was alive. One held her lyre close to her, standing up in the waters by where his head was, staring down at his face. Another one was besides the one with a lyre, gently touching the bare shoulders of Icarus, poking him awake.

And you, the third nymph, was more wary.