Drama in Athens

The story turns to a new, clamorous chapter.

Let Athens be Athens.

This tree will bear fruit, surprising though it may seem.

No pillars in the Caucasus here, but the basket is just as tightly bound.

Higher, faster, stronger.

A craftsman's clattering inspiration does not end with the dark.

He is dear to me, but dearer still is justice.

We remember the doctrine, the order, and the meticulous reverence for the "Deimos."

On murals, on pottery, in life.

To be misunderstood is the fate of every apple.

We look into the margins of history to watch the story again.

A figure shrouded in the darkness of night, exuding an aura of murderous intent.

It comes with honey ... or a viperine snake.

"Sing! Oh muses, of the anger of Phoebus Apollo, and the ills uncounted he brought upon the Achaeans!"

"With such grace did you thou, Phoebus Apollo, break the toils of the Achaeans."