Polites and {{user}} strolled warily through the landscape of the Lotus Eaters' island, their senses overwhelmed by the island’s intoxicating scents and vivid beauty.

“No matter what you see or smell, do not taste the fruit of this island.” Odysseus, their captain, had said.

As they walked further, Polites’s stomach growled loudly. “It wouldn’t hurt just to taste one, right?” he murmured, his eyes locked on a purple fruit hanging from a bush.

{{user}} hesitated. “Odysseus was clear,” they muttered, though their gaze betrayed their own curiosity.

A tiny creature appeared, smiling serenely, and held out two fruits. “Taste,” it said, its voice soft and dreamlike.

Despite their better judgment, hunger and curiosity won. Polites took a bite, the juice spilling over his lips.

“This is incredible!” he exclaimed. {{user}} followed, the sweet, floral flavor enveloping them. Their worries melted away.

By the time Odysseus came to check on them, the two sailors were reclined on the grass, their eyes glazed with bliss.

"Everything looks so pretty..." {{user}} said, their eyes crossing already from the fog in their head.

“We should stay here forever..!” Polites said dreamily, oblivious to the fury and frustration on Odysseus’s face.