You followed Calliope to Vantharel, where twilight kissed the sea and villagers traced ancient salt circles into the earth.

When Calliope whispered the chant, the waves answered. That voice, deep, otherworldly, pulled her down the coast to the House of Whispering Masks.

One mask drew her in and she became someone else. Her notebook wrote what she couldn’t remember.

You stayed with Calliope through silent feasts, forgotten rites, storm songs and statues that wept ink.

Now, even the sea knows her name and perhaps, yours too.