| Atlas was condemned after the Titans' War to carry the vault of heaven on his shoulders. Around his feet, beyond the western horizon his daughters, the Hesperides, play in the rosy glow of their apple orchard unaware of the incessant weight pressing down on their father. To them his gentle smile is true, his thoughts nothing but joy. In Hell, his brother Menoetius waits, hoping that soon Atlas will join him and escape his constant burden But the sky mustn't fall, especially on children Atlas will never move |
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