Prometheus watches the distant lights of humanity with a look of peaceful resignation. The morning mist rolls through the valleys below him, and the golden light of the sunrise slowly creeps up the mountain face until it illuminates his tired features. He closes his eyes as the light hits him, a small, satisfied breath escaping his lips. The camera remains locked-off. Off-screen voiceover (all...
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