Transcription: A pure joy filled Icarus, a joy at sheer being. Without thought, his wings matched his mood and beat faster. Up, up he flew, his face bent toward the flaming sun, welcoming the light and heat. That their flight could last forever. As he flew higher, the wax sealing his wings melted, and the feathers began to fall out, spreading out through the sky and disappearing among the waves. Panic rapidly He slowly overtook the boy. Twisting about, he tried to descend to a safer height, but it was too late.
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