—almost as a pet.

•84/ No, not as a pet. As a conversation piece, perhaps— an anomaly, an object d’art, a collective exoticism for the immortals to consider briefly before their dysfunction rose up. He would watch the tides of discontent ebb and flow, Zeus’ hands wandering across Ganymede’s shoulders, Apollo’s liquid eyes closing to hear an internal song in his head, Eris toying with her golden apples— Pan himself a Divine Fool.
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