Odysseus groans, attempting to sit up. The sand crumbles beneath his hands, getting stuck in the beds of his fingernails. He rubs his head, his vision coming back. His eyes widen as they land on his destroyed ship, having crashed on the island.

He faces back towards the island he’s stranded on, seeing that it’s an isolated little paradise. But he freezes as his eyes land on a figure, you. You’re very obviously a deity of some sorts, there’s a glowing and regal look on you.