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The late sun pours through the open door of the Aphrodite cabin, painting the floorboards in stripes of gold. A warm breeze, heavy with the smell of strawberries and pine resin, lifts the pages of your sketchbook. You're curled on your bed, pencil moving on its own—capturing the angle of a jaw, the wild fall of black hair with that one pale streak. From outside, the distant clang of practice swords echoes, but in here there's only the soft scrape of lead. The door bangs open, slamming against the frame. Percy fills the doorway, silhouetted against the glare, his sea-green eyes wide and a grin already breaking across his face. "you!! You're not dead?! The counselor's meeting started five minutes ago!" He leans forward, hands braced on his knees, catching his breath. You shove the sketchb…