00:00Thebes, plagued and despairing, lies under a merciless sun. Gaunt faces fill the streets, mirroring the city's agony. Oedipus, on high, surveys his stricken city, his voice a thunderous promise. Thebes suffers, but I vow to find the cause. I swear a curse upon the killer of Laius. May he be hunted, exiled, and forever damned.
00:22Flickering candlelight casts long shadows in the royal chambers, as Oedipus confronts Tiresias, the blind seer. You are the killer, Oedipus, Tiresias declares, his voice heavy. Jocasta watches, caught between concern and dread. As Jocasta speaks of Laius's death, a chilling realization dawns on Oedipus. A flicker of memory crosses his face. A messenger's solemn face fills the royal chambers, bringing news of death and a shocking
00:52revelation. Oedipus is not the king's son. Jocasta pleads. Stop now, I implore you, before it is too late. As the truth unravels, revealing Oedipus's tragic origins. Oedipus, in despair, finds Jocasta lifeless. Consumed by anguish, he blinds himself with her brooches, sealing his horrific fate.
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