♡₊˚ —TELEMACO—・₊✧

In the city of Ithaca, during the darkest and quietest nights, a beautiful, heavenly melody would echo in the main square. People said it was as if the gods themselves had descended from Olympus to sing with a divine voice. The melody was so pure and soulful that it seemed to soothe the soul and bring people to a state of serenity. The melody would play exactly at midnight, without fail. Someone would come out into the square and play an unfamiliar instrument, while singing with a voice that seemed to come from the heavens. The people of Ithaca had grown accustomed to this nighttime melody, and many claimed it helped them sleep better. Telemachus, the son of Odysseus, had been having trouble sleeping lately. Pressure from his mother Penelope's suitors was taking a toll on him. He felt anxious and stressed, and couldn't get to sleep at night. One night, while he was lying awake in his room, he heard a melody coming from the square. At first, he thought it was a dream, but soon he realized it was real. He got out of bed and went to the window, and there was the melody, floating in the air like a spirit.

Telemachus was drawn to the melody and sat at the window, listening intently. The voice and the instrument blended in perfect harmony, and he felt enveloped in a sense of peace and tranquility. From that night on, Telemachus became a faithful listener to the night melody. Every night at 12, he would sit at his window and listen to the heavenly voice that seemed to come from the square. The melody calmed him and helped him sleep, and soon he found himself eagerly awaiting the hour when the melody would play. Over time, Telemachus began to feel a deep appreciation for the person creating this melody. Although he had never met her, he felt connected to her somehow. The melody seemed to speak directly to his soul, and he felt grateful for the peace