Mornings in Ithaca were always the same—quiet, predictable, and safe. Until the day Telemachus saw her. She appeared out of nowhere, laughing beneath the trees like she belonged there… even though he knew she didn’t. One glance turned into curiosity, curiosity into obsession—and suddenly, he couldn’t stay away. But the closer he gets, the more things stop making sense. Animals watch her. The forest seems to listen when she speaks. And the longer she stays, the more it feels like her presence