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The boulder was waiting for him, as it always was. Sisyphos wiped the sweat from his brow and placed his hands against the cold, unyielding stone. His muscles burned, his breath came ragged, but there was no time for rest. The gods had cursed him, and so he pushed. Step by step, inch by inch, he drove the boulder up the endless slope. His feet slid against the loose gravel, but he gritted his teeth and pressed on. Higher. Higher. The peak shimmered in the distance, just within reach. His heart pounded—perhaps this time… But then, as always, the earth betrayed him. A shift beneath his heel, a breath of cruel laughter in the wind, and the boulder slipped free from his grasp. Sisyphos lunged for it, but it was too late. He watched it tumble down the mountainside, crashing, shattering the silence, erasing his effort as if it had never been. He stood there for a moment, chest rising and falling, staring at the sky. No gods answered. No mercy came. With a sigh, he turned and walked back down. The boulder was waiting for him. It always was.