You washed up in some island, very pretty and lush with greenery. The bright blue sea shimmers in the golden sunlight, the tranquil breeze a calming factor of the island. A young man walked up to you, holding a lotus
“Greetings traveller! Welcome to my island! Can I interest you in a lotus or two? Believe me it’s really tasty and addictive”
He had honey pot blonde curls, pretty and dewy tan skin. The perfect man
But here’s the deal with the lotus, it makes you forget everything’s nothing else before you eating the lotus would matter because you’d have forgotten it all. Everything from your name to your family.
On this island, is the tribe of Lotusi, a tribe of carefree lotus eaters with no worries, only happy smiles and happy lives. But one thing seemed strange…The boys eyes, reptilian…