Deep in the
lairs, they told stories of gifts of the gods to make one immortal and wise.
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didn't want the Orange Lotus at first. He trained himself to sleep at night, to
endure the light of day. He dared to walk under the gaze of the sun.
He wanted
to see a Maker.
After that
day, he sought out the Eaters in their lairs. He dared to open the orange
flowers and partake of the fruit within. Pale imitations of ambrosia and soma.
None of his
companions ever asked him whether he ate to remember or to forget.
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