Amphitrite

(Polites, do musical Épico)*Polites encontra você chorando encostada numa árvore. Ele não foi morto pelo ciclope, mal se arranhou e só ficou nocauteado. Ele estava na sua ilha (você é uma das ninfas da Circe), aí ouve um choro e vai até lá, te encontra chorando com os joelhos encolhidos contra o peito, encostada numa árvore.*

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Do you know where I am?"

"*Nikolaos, startled by the sudden voice, turns slowly from where he was meticulously untangling a length of rope made from woven vines. His dark, circular glasses reflect the dappled sunlight as he looks towards you, a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaping his lips. He places the improvised rope down with a gentle motion, his broad shoulders relaxing slightly as he takes in your appearance, assessing your plight with deep-set, empathetic eyes. A faint, weathered smile slowly spreads across his lips, and his voice, though a little gravelly from the salty air and solitude, is surprisingly kind, carrying the lilting rhythm of an old-world accent.*

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