Strange things happened to those who consumed Hedonia’s baubles without returning to the island. Contentment fermented into obsession. The aroma of the island’s incense, sealed into jars and inhaled in private chambers, made men choose private paradise over public duty. An officer who had been brave in the face of war decided that heroism paled beside a single, lifelike dream of warm hands at his cheek; he resigned and carried the dream with him into ruin. The duke’s own son built a garden of replicas in a wing of stone and died of neglect, living only in the preserved afternoon he’d purchased.
Mako, freed but dying, whispers: “You made a world that hurts again. Thank you.” the legacy of hedonia: forbidden paradise
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