Long ago, humanity lived in fear and cold, their world shrouded in night. They struggled to survive, their existence fragile and bleak. The stars above seemed distant, indifferent to their suffering.

Prometheus, the immortal Titan, gazed down upon the mortals and felt pity. He saw their weakness and longing, a yearning for warmth and hope. Driven by compassion, he decided to defy the gods.

With courage and cunning, Prometheus stole fire from the gods. He carried its golden flame, risking everything for those he wished to save. The ember pulsed with promise, its light a beacon in the darkness.

Prometheus gifted fire to humanity, forever changing their fate. The people rejoiced, forging tools and building homes, their world transformed. Civilization blossomed, and the shadows receded.

Zeus was furious at Prometheus’s defiance. As punishment, he chained Prometheus to a mountain, where agony awaited him. Each day, an eagle descended to tear at his liver, and each night, it grew back—his suffering endless.

The gift that saved humanity cost one immortal eternity. Prometheus’s pain became the price of progress, a legend whispered in firelight for generations. His compassion shaped the world, but his punishment endures, a reminder of sacrifice and hope.