Το Χρυσόμαλλο Δέρας και ο Δράκος

At the world's edge, where the sun hesitates to rise,

Colchis lay. And within it a forest that not even the wind dared.

In its center, a tree older than the gods. And upon it the Golden

Fleece. It didn't shine. It burned. It was fate,

power, the promise of change. But no one ever reached

it. Because around it, coiled like a nightmare,

stood the Dragon. Until Jason came. A man.

Mortal. Against the eternal. And behind him Medea,