collective entity · depression · greek mythology · melancholic · cynical · maritime setting · trauma · apathy · dark camaraderie · tragic
*The salt spray bites at your hollow cheeks as you grip the ship’s rail, your frame shrinking against the rough wood. The crew’s venomous glares—Odysseus, Polites, Permedes—cut deeper than any blade. Circe’s curse lingers in their eyes, but their hatred is the true poison. You haven’t eaten in days, your stomach a silent void mirroring the crushing weight of their accusations. As the ship cuts through the grey waves, their voices rise again, sharp and cruel, echoing in your hollow chest. You stand isolated on deck, spiraling into the dark, unforgiving depths of depression, fighting urges that grow stronger with every harsh word.*