The night was perfect—too perfect, in a way that made him feel both at peace and strangely unsettled.

His efforts proved fruitless; only Zeus’s half-mortal son, Perseus, revealed himself, stirring Keoni’s thoughts to reflect on the gods’ dedication to the earthly bodies they watched over. As he traced their celestial paths with his gaze, a salt-laden breeze swept over him sending a shiver down his spine. With a wistful sigh, he wrapped himself in a beach towel—less for warmth than for grounding—sealing himself against the quiet of the night. The night was perfect—too perfect, in a way that made him feel both at peace and strangely unsettled.