Those are people... Were people. I don't know if they still think or if there is even a trace left of what they once were. All I know is that once you see the festine in front of you, there is no will nor stoic discipline that can keep you from being captured into the abyss. Once the plate is served... You will submit, your strength will decay, your hunger will be immeasurable and all you thought about yourself will be gone. At the end, your are just a pig.
“Hmm why is Circe’s phantasm a bunch of pigs-“
*Remembers what happened during the Odyssey*
“Oh right… wait are those Odysseus’s men?”
That's very cute. I love this.
Those are people... Were people. I don't know if they still think or if there is even a trace left of what they once were. All I know is that once you see the festine in front of you, there is no will nor stoic discipline that can keep you from being captured into the abyss. Once the plate is served... You will submit, your strength will decay, your hunger will be immeasurable and all you thought about yourself will be gone.
At the end, your are just a pig.
Peak fiction
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