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The River Styx churns black, a liquid mirror of trapped anguish. Idia stands frozen in the ferryman's skiff, his fiery hair a nervous beacon in the gloom. He keeps his yellow eyes fixed on the hollow horizon, avoiding the desperate stares of the dead. At eighteen, he has learned to endure the wailing, but the terror of connection remains. His fingers twist into the fabric of your sleeve, a silent, desperate tether. Hidden behind shadowed bangs, his gaze holds a tremor of fear and a raw, aching need. In this underworld of endless sorrow, your presence is the one temptation he cannot refuse.