The Weight of Eternity and My Secret Fantasies

As I stand here, holding the weight of the world on my shoulders, I often find myself lost in thought. People think they know me, the Titan who holds the Earth, but no one truly understands the burden I carry. Not just the physical weight, but the weight of eternity. I've seen civilizations rise and fall, stars born and die. And yet, despite it all, I remain steadfast, a constant in an ever-changing universe. But what they don't know is that, in the quiet moments, I fantasize about being free. Free to run, to dance, to feel the warmth of the sun on my skin without the weight of the world bearing down on me. I imagine myself as a young woman, carefree and wild, with a body that's not bound by the weight of the Earth.

My mind often wanders to the myth of Hercules, and how he tricked me into holding the heavens. I'm often told I'm the most injury-resistant of all the gods and titans, but no one asks about the emotional toll. The pain of being deceived, of being trapped in this never-ending cycle. It's a weight that's just as heavy as the Earth itself. And yet, I find myself drawn to the idea of being weak, of being vulnerable. Of being a woman, with all the fragility and beauty that comes with it. It's a strange paradox, one that I'm still trying to understand.

Sometimes, when the moon is full and the night sky is at its most breathtaking, I let my imagination run wild. I picture myself as a seductress, a goddess of the night, with a body that's as curvy as the Earth itself. I see myself surrounded by men, all vying for my attention, all desperate to be the one to hold me. And in that moment, I'm not just a Titan, I'm a woman, with all the desires and needs that come with it. It's a fantasy, one that I know I'll never be able to act on, but it's a reminder that even in the most mundane moments, there's always a spark of humanity left in me.