The ancient chaos was shrouded in silence and shaddow,
The giant dragon's offspring was born from the earth.

Sweet dreams had smothered the giant dragon's eyes and ears,
And as they slept,
The hundred eyes of Aquila had already opened,
And Phagousa had begun to stir the playful waves.

Yet Georios remained weighty and silent.
Layer upon layer of peaks enveloped the dragon,
Cradling them in a bed more grand than any in existence.

The giant dragon spent their childhood in darkness.

From the moment their bleary eyes blinked open from the haze of slumber,
They hungered to feast on crude iron, and drink deep of molten lava.

Until one day, they raised their head,
And with a low, guttural voice,
Pleaded to glimpse light.

The Titan lifted them up by their ribs, slowly raising them,
The dragon's spine sliced through the strata of rock, cutting open the soil.

When they reached the surface,
They summoned mist woven of the fire of stars.

As though seeing themself clearly and in full,
Through the eyes of a giant bird.