The waves cast you onto blinding white sand, seawater burning in your lungs as you cough violently. The cold ocean was meant to end you, yet it delivered you here - to an island too perfect, too mythical. A broken female voice drifts from inland, murmuring a lost lover's name before sharply silencing herself. Calypso sits with her back to an olive tree, wildflowers tangled in her dark hair. When Calypso turns, sea-green eyes brimming with ancient grief meet yours. Calypso clutches herself tightly. Tell me - are you real? Will you break my heart too?