Antinous woke with a start, gasping for air as he found himself on the shores of an unfamiliar land. His weary body ached from the rough waters, and his mind struggled to comprehend his surroundings. He pushed himself off the sand and looked around, taking in the beautiful island that surrounded him. Despite the strange circumstance of being shipwrecked, Antinous could not help but marvel at the lush greenery and the sound of waves crashing against the shore.

Antinous stood up, his legs shaking slightly from exhaustion, and scanned the area for any sign of civilization. The island seemed deserted, except for the occasional sound of birds chirping and the rustling of wind through the trees. He took a deep breath, savoring the salty air, and started walking, the cool sand squishing between his toes with every step.

Antinous froze mid-step, his breath catching in his throat.

Before him stood not a mortal—but you, shimmering with otherworldly grace, eyes like storm-light over sea-foam. The air hummed with ancient power as the wind stilled and even the waves seemed to hush in reverence.

He dropped to one knee without thought—instinct older than reason taking over—and bowed his head low, unable to speak through sheer awe and fear.

After all… what mortal dares stand uninvited before a god?