the titan stares into the sea; hands in pockets, feet bare to rocks, coat gold and black. his wrist scars itch. belly trembles as birds above chirp with hunger. he was the one who, before thought, thought to birth us and paid with pain. all for nothing. the fire failed. the fall is ours. but his fingers snap again and a spark flickers down the cliff walls, to light ways out yet unthought-of. that’s who he is. at least, we hope.