Alternative tale: The pleasure island
Added 2022-11-11 12:51:08 +0000 UTC"Welcome, adventurer, have you come to hear the famous melody of the island of pleasure?"
"I beg your pardon? You can' t stay? It will only take a moment... Just let me play a soft melody to brighten your journey..."
The woman begins to strum the strings of her harp and the man's sight blurs, and reality becomes distorted. Up is now down, light is dark, silence is sound, all this and vice versa at the same time.
"Now you are mine, adventurer..... No one finds the island of pleasure and lives to leave..."
Time has blurred and he doesn't know how much has passed. A minute, a year or a century now have the same meaning for the adventurer. On the rare occasions when he manages to focus his mind enough to regain consciousness he finds only pleasure and nothing else. So much pleasure that he cannot bear it and runs back to the chaotic and comforting confusion of his mind, where he already feels safe, where he no longer has to think or worry, where he will rest for the next minute, year or century that remains of his life.
