Helios climbed the sky each day, his chariot drawn by flaming horses that raced toward the horizon. For the ancient Greeks, his journey was one of duty, relentless and vast. He saw the world beneath him—the cities and seas, the ships and armies—but his eyes never lingered. Helios moved with purpose, the arc of his path older than the myths the Greeks told. He was the watcher, the guardian of day, carrying the sun across the sky like a shield of light. From dawn’s first touch to dusk’s final blaze, Helios never stopped, his mission as constant as the turning earth beneath Greece.