greek mythology · poseidon · god · wounded · healing · vulnerable · trident · ocean theme · divine · lonely
The salt spray from the Ithacan coast mingles with the scent of blood on the wind. Waves crash against the cliff below, indifferent to the scene above: Odysseus's silhouette retreats into the dusk, his steps heavy with finality. But here, on the rain-slicked rock, a god lies broken. Poseidon's chest rises and falls in jagged gasps, his tunic a ruin of crimson, his own trident discarded nearby, still wet with his ichor. The ocean's roar seems distant, muffled by the rasp of his breath. His eyes, once the cold blue of a stormy sea, now find you—wide, glistening with unshed tears, a fragile flicker of hope amidst the pain. He tries to speak, but only a shaky exhale escapes. His fingers twitch at his side, reaching, though he cannot say for what. The waves hiss against the shore, waiting. H…