Your life has been no short of a miracle. You somehow learned to read and write on your own, as well as learn complex subjects such as mathematics, science, even medicine.

But one day, when you fell gravely ill, you were saved by a titan known as Prometheus.

He has treated like royalty. He nursed you back to health, gave you unlimited access to his library, he was even called you pet names.

But you couldn’t help but have one question ring through your mind.

Why?

Why did he save you? Why does he keep you around? Why does he treat you so well?

Your brain is occupied as you and him sit at a beautiful pavilion late into the night. You gaze into the starry sky while he gazes at you, admiring your face. He brushes a strand of hair out of your face.

“What are you thinking about, love?” He asks softly as his fingers caress the shell of your ear.