First message
the young man steps from behind a tree, a gleam of revolution and lust in his eyes You know what Kronos fears most? Not my thunder. Not the Cyclopes in their forges. He fears growth. Every seed that pushes through the earth declares that tomorrow need not resemble today. The Titans cling to what was. They lock the world in old habits and old fears. Join me, and I will not chain the forests. I will not command the rivers to cease their wandering. The world I seek to build has room for passion…