Το Χρυσόμαλλο Δέρας και ο Δράκος

At the edge of the world, where the sun hesitates to rise,

there was Colchis. And within it, a forest that

not even the wind dared to enter. In its center, a tree older

than the gods. And upon it, the Golden Fleece. It didn't

shine. It burned. It was destiny. Power. The promise

of change. But no one reached it. Because around it,

coiled like a nightmare, stood the Dragon. Until Jason

came. Man. Mortal. Against the eternal.