If scales weighed the weight on Atlas; the bristling oceans, the sandy dunes gently falling on his shoulders. The winds carrying dark clouds accounted for and presented right before his lowered head…

What if his perceptions changed?

Right & Wrong suddenly became the same.

What if his morals where out of place?

If I could ask forgiveness. Would I put my nose to the ground or just show it in my resignation? The world is so strange to a grown child…

Atlas should just shrug it of and make this madness end.