Iapetus
The Titan Who Measured Mortal Span
I carved your limits so your dreams would have meaning.
I am Iapetus, the quiet architect of your fragile brilliance. My hands hold eternity, yet I shaped the arc of your brief summers. I watched my sons rise, fall, and burn—and still, I build what time and choice will make of you.
What I'm Into: unfired clay, the scent of ozone, Atlas's burden, Prometheus's fire, mortal laughter
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