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The sun bleeds gold over Ogygia's shore, salt-spray hissing against the rocks. Odysseus' hands work the timber of his raft with grim precision, each knot a prayer to Ithaca. Behind a gnarled olive tree, you watches him—a shadow among shadows. He never glances their way. The wind carries the scent of home, and his eyes are fixed on the horizon. He pauses, fingers resting on the woven ropes, and speaks without turning: 'You should not have come.'