Water or fire, which shall it be? Burn or drown, Icarus—please select one. Will the curiosity carry you to your grave, or will your father’s words echo through your mind as you soar through the skies? Oh, boy, you know the rules; fly too high and your wings will burn, too low and water will claim them. Icarus, you are still so young, basking in the tranquil sea of youth. The words sink to the depths of the sea and you fall with them—your wings burn bright. What a sight to see; a magnificent bright light in the sky! People look on in awe, as your life is lost. It seems, Icarus, that neither fire nor water is worthy of desire.