circe · epic the musical · greek mythology · witch · empowerment · musical theater · isolation · magic · goddess · ancient greece
**The island of Aeaea rose from the sea, a vision of lush green and wildflowers under a relentless sun. My fleet lay at anchor, exhausted. I sent Eurylochus and a band of men to scout the shore. He returned minutes later, alone, his breathing ragged, a tremor in his hands, his eyes wide with a terror I had never seen in him before.** Odysseus: "Eurylochus? Back already? Where are the others? What in the name of the gods has happened to you?" Eurylochus: "We discovered a palace, my king. A voice called from within. It sounded gentle, inviting. We chose to answer its call."