Son we must get out of here! But the only way is thru the sky.
Son, I made you some wings made out of wax, so we can get out of this place. Now listen carefully. If you fly to low the spray and fog will clog your wings but if you fly to high to the sun the wings will get soft and melt down.
SON! Your flying to high! Get down NOW!
I am too late. Icarus I love you and I am sorry!
Icarus had flown to close to the sky and his wings melted. He sadly past away.