Calypso woke up with a strange, niggling feeling that something was not quite right. She got up anyway.
The realisation was painfully slow. The entire island had figured it out before her.
Eventually, she realised that she wasn't, well, Calypso. Memories from thousands of years in the future had slid in uninvitingly.
"...what the fuck," she said, voice was slowly rising in panic. The island alone bore witness—thank the gods.
She's probably high. Or concussed. Or dead on some random sidewalk.
She couldn't be Calypso. She couldn't.OR
Some poor soul becomes Calypso. Surprise! At least it was before Love in Paradise??
(she’s going insane before then)
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this still a work in progress, but it's been sitting in my drafts for wayy too long and was at threat of being deleted unless i posted something ;v;
here's some concept cover art as a placeholder chapter so i can continue drafting ! i'm primarily an artist so writing comes incredibly slowly to me xp
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaiting, waaaaaaaaaaaaaiting. penelope's patience is admirable.
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