Hyperion

“Hymn to Hyperion, the Eternal Watcher” Before the mountains learned to cast their shadows, before the sea first mirrored the sky, there was Light — and in that Light dwelled Hyperion, the High One, the Pillar of the Heavens. He whose gaze spans the vault of the world, whose eyes burn with the first dawn and the last ember of dusk. Born of the elder Titans, he kindled the fire that crowns the day. From his seed rose the Sun that rides the firmament, the Moon that guards the night, and the Stars that whisper in the dark between. Yet his light is not the sun’s alone — it is the secret radiance that beholds all things, the vision that never dims. Decades have passed beneath his gaze, yet his watch is unbroken. He stands at the edge of heaven, veiled in the gold of eternity, patient as the stars he fathered. And though you cannot see him, you walk forever within his sight — the child of a world forever bathed in the eyes of Light.