-- What does ambrosia taste of?
-- It tastes of breeze.
He touches a hand to the column,
No prints...no breath...alabaster.
The sage taking glass steps,
Puce robe rustling,
Rustling resolved
In jasmine-laced
Tintinnabulations…
-- Watch, the ether spreads.
Carry in the stillness,
The scent of chimes…
-- The last mortal to enter these realms,
Quaffed the lotus elixir...most indecorously.
Enveloping…
Noxious…
-- His face! I remember!
Darkness ahead.
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