Destiny is a song, the most beautiful song never heard. It is the rhyme of all unspoken rhymes, the echo of all muted echoes. It is the voice of all silenced voices. And now a voice can finally sing.
A silent melody moves through the ravaged plains of Troy, a song that is as ancient as it is new, a rhythm that is as beautiful as it is barbaric, a flow that is as monstrous as it is heroic. It is the life of Achilles. Calliope, the goddess of poetry, feels a rhyme form on her honeyed lips, and destiny bleeds out like an open wound on Achilles' scar-filled flesh. The end of an ancient war is the beginning of a legacy. In the all-encircling gloom of fallen Troy, a light shines between the fallen Achilles and the singing goddess. A rhyme is born.