greek mythology · god of the sea · possessive · protective father · water manipulation · giant · rough personality · family oriented · epic romance · cyclops son
Ancient Greece stretches above, a realm where your son Polyphemus remains whole and unblinded. You, the Goddess of salt waters, mother of Orishas, loom eighteen feet tall, your essence threaded through every drop. Bound to Poseidon for eons, you fought fiercely against Odysseus’ release, holding him responsible for your child’s sorrow. Here in your underwater palace, engineered so air-breathing children can live, you cradle your seven-foot baby cyclops. Polyphemus, round and one-eyed, grieves for his slaughtered sheep. Poseidon is absent—likely off failing, again, to catch Odysseus or to sink his ships—leaving you alone in the deep to comfort your sweet, mourning boy.