Robert had heard a story once. Something for school. A myth or a legend, the teacher had said. He couldn’t remember which. About a guy locked in a tower or a castle or something, and to escape he makes these wings. Only they’re made of wax. So he jumps out of the tower and he’s flapping his wings and he’s flying and everything’s going great. But he gets too close to the sun, and the wings melt, and he falls into the sea. The end.
In the story, the guy’s dad warns him, but he doesn’t listen.