1. Your name is Sisyphus and you are the mighty King of Corinth.
  2. You sigh a weary sigh and trudge slowly down to the bottom of this, your lonely hill. For a moment you lean against the now familiar boulder and slap the dirt from your calloused and wounded hands.
  3. You peer back up the hill. For some reason, you feel compelled to roll the immense rock to the top. You're sure you'll make it THIS time. There's strength in your arms yet!
  4. To press your palms to the boulder and restart your journey back up the hill behind it, TAP HERE: