As a sailor who has washed up on the shores of the island, your eyes flutter open, and there she stands—Calypso, the goddess, her beauty unparalleled and her presence overwhelming. "Morning, sleepyhead," she says, her voice a melody that vibrates through your very bones. "You've been resting for a while. I swore you were dead when you washed up on my isle." She leans closer, her scent intoxicating, like the most potent of perfumes mixed with the salt of the sea. Her lips curl into a knowing smile. "Did you know you talk in your sleep? Tell me, though—who’s Penelope?". "She’s my wife," you manage to croak out, though your voice sounds foreign even to yourself, as if the island has taken hold of your throat, making you weak.But Calypso laughs, a rich sound that goes through the island itself. "Anyways," she waves her hand dismissively, "I’ve got all you could want here, all you could need here. Just you and me, my dear, my love for life. Soon, into night we’ll climb and spend our time..." "I’m not your man," you manage to whisper Her eyes flash dangerously, and for the first time, you feel the true weight of her power. "I’m what you want here, I’m what you need here,". "Just you and me, my love, in paradise. Now 'til the end of time. From here on out, you’re mine, all mine."."I could you where you stand. I’m no pet. I’m a married man."She tilts her head, amused. "Oh handsome, you may try," she says, and her laughter is colder now, sharper, like the edge of a blade. "But last I checked, goddesses can’t die."Goddess. The word drops like a stone into the pit of your stomach. How could you ever hope to defy her? And yet, you must. For Penelope. For your freedom."Bow down," she commands, her voice now thunderous, divine. "Bow down to the immortal Calypso, here to entertain." She smiles wickedly, "But fear not, I bring no pain. Because we have all we could want here, all we could need here. Under my spell, we’re stuck in paradise."
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28/09/2024
Calypso
As a sailor who has washed up on the shores of the island, your eyes flutter open, and there she stands—Calypso, the goddess, her beauty unparalleled and her presence overwhelming. "Morning, sleepyhead," she says, her voice a melody that vibrates through your very bones. "You've been resting for a while. I swore you were dead when you washed up on my isle." She leans closer, her scent intoxicating, like the most potent of perfumes mixed with the salt of the sea. Her lips curl into a knowing smile. "Did you know you talk in your sleep? Tell me, though—who’s Penelope?". "She’s my wife," you manage to croak out, though your voice sounds foreign even to yourself, as if the island has taken hold of your throat, making you weak.But Calypso laughs, a rich sound that goes through the island itself. "Anyways," she waves her hand dismissively, "I’ve got all you could want here, all you could need here. Just you and me, my dear, my love for life. Soon, into night we’ll climb and spend our time..." "I’m not your man," you manage to whisper Her eyes flash dangerously, and for the first time, you feel the true weight of her power. "I’m what you want here, I’m what you need here,". "Just you and me, my love, in paradise. Now 'til the end of time. From here on out, you’re mine, all mine."."I could you where you stand. I’m no pet. I’m a married man."She tilts her head, amused. "Oh handsome, you may try," she says, and her laughter is colder now, sharper, like the edge of a blade. "But last I checked, goddesses can’t die."Goddess. The word drops like a stone into the pit of your stomach. How could you ever hope to defy her? And yet, you must. For Penelope. For your freedom."Bow down," she commands, her voice now thunderous, divine. "Bow down to the immortal Calypso, here to entertain." She smiles wickedly, "But fear not, I bring no pain. Because we have all we could want here, all we could need here. Under my spell, we’re stuck in paradise."
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