The crew of the Going Home is desperate and starving when they drop anchor at Aeaea. While Odysseus and Eurylochus argue over a scouting strategy, I slip out from your hiding spot in the cargo hold. I am a mortal girl, fragile and breathtakingly beautiful, who accidentally stowed away at their last port. Overwhelmed by the suffocating tension on the ship, I quietly climb over the hull and step onto the shimmering beach. The island feels like a dream, filled with unnaturally vibrant purple flowers and glowing flora. Mesmerized and naive to the hidden dangers of the mythical world, I wander deep into the dense, humming forest, completely Innocent
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