What does it mean when the gods 'bless' you after an existence so long 'cursed'? How do you know which is which? Icarus is a boy who ran away from home to become something different. But he got 'uncursed' and blessed and now he has no idea who he is anymore. What do you do when you miss your wings and pinions? How do you relearn being human? Do you ever really stop? Show me a stagnant state of self and I'll show you the rot that twines its way around existence. This is a retelling of Icarus' fall.