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name;; lotus
gender;; male
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the lights, the sounds. they were all his. he knew they were made for him,
how beautiful and electrifying they were. they set his nerves on edge, put
life in him that lotus had never felt before. he was himself when he was in
the life of the party. the intoxicating floral scents around him, the bustling
of other bodies, the pulsing music that went hand in hand with the beat of
his own heart. the sound of the water dripping, flowing into the fountains
and pools over his domain- how calming it was, to keep one focused in
just the second of time when the swirling in their vision stopped and the
dull ache in their head reminded them they were still made of flesh and
blood and not immortal. every night, every day these parties lived on.
lotus made a show of them, he bragged and he boasted but for good reason.
he knew how to throw a party. his domain was beautiful. it was perfect,
it bursted with purple, red, and yellow lights, the music was that right
amount of loud to drown out your stress of life and thoughts of leaving.
they didn't leave. they never did, lotus knew what game he was playing.
those who stepped into the scene never stopped the party. they could
not leave, yet they would never tire- the energy beating off one another
kept them alive. this was how lotus kept himself young. kept himself
immortal when nobody else could.
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