What if Achilles had survived the Trojan war and lived in complete obscurity as he advanced into old age? What if the poet behind The Iliad saw the Muse of Epic Poetry appear before him and forge a link between him and a world in which his poem allowed history to become alive before his eyes? What if the last Myrmidon was washed on a strange shore in search of Aeneas, the last survivor of Troy? Beauty and destruction both revel in the shadows...