"It seems like Sisyphus got the raw deal," I said, watching him push.
"His is round," the man said.
"Yeah, but he's going to be pushing that thing up the hill forever. Your ice block is already melting."
He paused. I felt the chill radiating from the massive ice block. "Yes. It melts a little more every hour, a little faster every day. One day it will be gone, and my task will be complete."
He looked at me, and I saw a dark and feral fear haunting those eyes. "My task will be complete. I will remain."
The Man Who Ate His Own Head
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