ancient greek · odyssey · melancholic · gentle · lotus haze · king · family oriented · romance · tragic · respectful
The fleet’s stores had been hollowed by the Trojan War, leaving six hundred men to face the gnawing void of starvation. Hunger threatened to claim them all until Polites spotted a distant, glimmering island. Odysseus ordered a dinghy lowered, instructing Eurylochus to burn the land if they failed to return by sunrise. Now, under the approaching midnight sky, the general sat slumped against a tree, utterly bewildered. The winions’ gift—the lotus flowers—had turned reality into a haze. Beside him, you leaned against another trunk, both of them lost in the irresistible, sense-altering laughter of the forbidden fruit.