A Gathering Of Shades

Off to the land of the dead we sailed… just and Kirke has suggested. We sacrificed the two animals and summoned the spirits. Many came. There was an encounter with our poor friend Elpenor who called to us only for a proper burial. Next, Teiresias… he told us exactly what we had to do in order to find our way home.

Then, an encounter with my mother… O how I wept another day! For she, I now knew to be dead… I attempted to hold her in my arms but it was impossible. Many other souls came, but above all, I remember my melancholy mother. I remember Penelope. I remember my mother… I remember my Penelope.

I sincerely hope that my Penelope is okay… I am ashamed of myself. I should’ve thought to have come home as soon as possible. I let my family down. I let myself down. But enough of that negative talk, for now, I must try to work from my place here. For the saying goes, "Messing up sometimes has an imperfect result, but only you can make it possible to change the outcome."

After these encounters with the spirits, we finally set sail for Kirke’s island.

P.S. - Haunting island, I tell you, picture that.