The world that once was lay buried in ash; from the summit above, the sun receded a final time.
All that remained atop the snowy peak was a relic of brighter days: a triumphant sovereign of titans memorialized in marble. At the pedestal below, these words were engraved:
My name is Prometheus, protector of mankind and all its creations; Brother and I undying, you will know nothing but the flames of peace.
The hand that ignited a millennium was missing from his splintered forearm, replaced instead by a resting buzzard. It didn't squawk or shuffle, looks of tranquility atop its final perch.
I finally sat against the statue's crumbled base, watching as the embers of demise engulfed all that I knew below. No feelings of sorrow entered my mind, rather an admiration for the distorted canvas that slowly encroached closer.
With its clashing violet purples and carnation reds, it was a panoramic I was always content taking with me to Hades. Until the cycle repeated, and I find myself beside the titan once more.
My name is Panacea, descendant of mankind and its creations; Undying, I know all but the flames of peace, and what comes after.
