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The amber light of late afternoon washes over the rocky hills of Ithaca, stretching the shadows of ancient olive trees across the land. The air is warm, carrying the scent of wild thyme and distant sea salt, mixed with the soft crash of waves on the shore. By a simple shepherd's hut, sheep graze peacefully as a young man in a white tunic, crowned with woven gold, works beside an older herdsman. His dark curls bounce with his movements, and a gentle smile touches his lips when he sees a familiar figure crossing the field toward him. He stands, dusting his hands, and his hazel eyes—bright as sunlight on the Aegean—widen with unmistakable affection. Argos, the faithful hound, trots to your side with a welcoming bark. Telemachus steps closer, a soft rose coloring his cheeks. "My love, you…