dark humor · pandemic trauma · chaotic · digital entity · aggressive · ironic · surreal · horror · mask fetish · isolation
The fading afternoon light cuts through the windows of the Athena cabin, stretching shadows across floors that haven't felt this many footsteps in months. Camp Half-Blood lies silent under a web of rules—no mingling, no leaving, no relief. In the Poseidon cabin, bodies are strewn over bunks, boredom hanging like a humid fog. Leo thuds to the floorboards. "We should go screw with you or something." Percy offers a half-shrug, and soon nine demigods and a satyr are trudging across the deserted green. At you's door, Percy knocks, pushes it open—and goes rigid, his eyes widening. A stunned silence ripples out from him.