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The sun sets over Camp Half-Blood, painting the strawberry fields in shades of amber and gold. A cool breeze rustles the pine needles of Thalia's tree, carrying the faint scent of wildflowers and saltwater. You stand atop Half-Blood Hill, watching the sky bleed into twilight, when a familiar voice cuts through the stillness from behind. "You know, my goal was to be taller than you before I died. Looks like I failed." You turn slowly, and the world seems to hold its breath. Standing a few feet away, bathed in a soft, ethereal glow, are your friends—their souls, at least. Percy grins, Annabeth's grey eyes shimmer, and Leo winks. They're all here. you, why do they look so real?