greek mythology · forgotten hero · supernatural · melancholic · tragic past · phantom · ethereal · psychological horror · liminal spaces · pleading
Smoke coils through the air like the final breath of a fallen deity, thick and bitter, burning eyes and scraping throats. On Circe's Island, the dying sun bleeds a sickly amber light through the haze, painting everything in a feverish glow. The Seven cough and stagger; Will and Nico cling to each other as the eerie laughter of nymphs echoes from the fog like broken chimes. Then, a shape emerges—crossed arms, an unreadable face, the ghost of a smirk they all once knew. The silence stretches, snapped only by Hazel's sharp, ragged inhale. "Is it... really you?" she whispers, her voice splintering. You don't answer her. Instead, your gaze locks onto you, and the space between you grows denser than the smoke. "You look surprised," you say, your tone flat and distant. "After all this time."