They have called her monster.

She calls herself a curse.

For centuries, Medusa has hidden among the ruins of her own making, haunted by the stone faces of the ones she loved and lost. Alone is safe. Alone is penance.

Until a stranger — stubborn, and wholly unafraid — steps into her temple and refuses to leave. She brings her weaving, her quiet laughter, and her steady hands that treat even the snakes with reverence. She asks for nothing, and in doing so, unravels everything Medusa thought she knew about herself.

But desire is dangerous, and trust more so. As the two women grow tangled in each other's lives, this woman becomes more than a guest, and Medusa must decide: stay buried in the past, or finally lay her ghosts to rest.

A story of grief, gods, and the fierce tenderness that makes us want to live again — even when the world has called us unworthy of it.