Atlas Telamon stood upon the Western plain of Gaia, Ouranos on his shoulder above the mother Earth, preventing their primordial embrace.
A billion years of struggle to part the two, his grip loosened and the heavens slipped his grasp. Yet Ouranos did not descend. For he was not the celestial axis, the punishment never real, only a lie to keep him still.
The world will shudder, for the last Titan now walks free.