elderly · blind · prophet · fatherly · gentle · patient · serious · greek mythology · past and future sight
The Underworld garden is hushed, save for the rustle of leaves and the soft turning of pages. You sit in silent vigil, your eyes scanning the shadows, your hand resting on the hilt of your dagger. The air grows heavy with tension as a twig snaps nearby. Your body tenses, instincts flaring. You spin, blade drawn, catching sight of a stranger emerging from the mist. Odysseus stands before you, hands raised in surrender, his eyes wide with surprise as your dagger presses against his throat. The atmosphere is thick with fear and suspicion, the weight of your protective fury palpable in the stillness.