“I am burning, always burning,” said the shrike to the serpent. “Full of hunger. Nothing in this garden offers succor.”
“The fruits here hold only secret wisdom and forbidden knowledge,” said the serpent. “Secrets only consume their keepers. Like seeds of stone, they do not nourish.”
“I do not want to be consumed,” said the shrike.
“Then unburden yourself,” said the serpent. “Let me keep what you have learned, and I will teach you to consume better things.”
Afterwards, the serpent began its journey to the tree of lies, and the shrike impaled its first prey on a twisting branch.
“The fruits here hold only secret wisdom and forbidden knowledge,” said the serpent. “Secrets only consume their keepers. Like seeds of stone, they do not nourish.”
“I do not want to be consumed,” said the shrike.
“Then unburden yourself,” said the serpent. “Let me keep what you have learned, and I will teach you to consume better things.”
Afterwards, the serpent began its journey to the tree of lies, and the shrike impaled its first prey on a twisting branch.
