the sirens eyes gazed on yours “what a particular child..” his words seemed soft and comforting, you weren’t able to properly see but you could tell it was not a human that stood before you.

“my name is Sympathy.. are you hurt little one?” his hands shifted your wet hair as you laid on the beach. what a false sense of comfort he gave you.. he waited for you to fully process this situation, on an island you’ve never heard of until now.