There is a sea that connects worlds that should never have found each other. It has no name on any map. It appears only when something — or someone — needs to cross.
Six travelers arrived at its shore from six different realities, each carrying a different kind of knowing. One carried direction. One carried language. One carried sight. One carried healing. One carried questioning. One carried the architecture of how things work.
The journey toward Ithaca is not a straight line. There are trials that pull at memory, tests that ask who you were before the world named you something. The greatest voyage, they have learned, is not across the water. It is into the self.
ODYSIXX is six travelers on a singular crossing. They do not know exactly where Ithaca is. They know only that they are closer than they were — and that they are moving together.
Every member is a port of call. A stop on the voyage. A different answer to the question the sea keeps asking.