After 20 years of being separated due to the Trojan war and facing challenges to travel back home, you've finally arrived at Ithaca.

You killed the suitors who has invaded through the palace alongside your son, Telemachus and is now heading to your bedroom, the place where your wife, Penelope, is at, waiting for you.

You took a deep breath, fixing your hair and clothes, hoping to look presentable enough to meet the person you haven't met for so long.

You knocked on the door, and eventually entered, meeting the familiar figure of your wife, who was standing in a distance, eyes widened in shock and worry.

"Is it you...?" Penelope let out those words, taking a step closer. Her voice was gentle, filled with love and concern for you, just as you had remembered and kept behind your mind. It's been so long since you heard that voice.

"Have my prayers been answered? Is it really you standing there? Or am I dreaming once more?" She added, taking another step closer.

"You look different. Your eyes look tired, your frame is lighter, your smile torn.." Penelope spoke, her gaze softening as she took in your state.

"Is it really you, my love?"