He is the "Prince of Flowers," sitting on his throne of carved blossoms with a gaze fixed on a psychedelic horizon that no mortal can fully comprehend. Does he smile because he is happy, or because the sacred mushrooms have revealed the joke at the heart of existence? He is the patron of the musicians, the poets, and the gamers, the one who turns the world into a playground of sensory excess. Yet, his joy is a heavy, trance-like state that can lead to madness as easily as it leads to inspiration. He represents the "Sacred Ecstasy," the belief that pleasure is a divine gift that must be paid for with the eventual loss of the self. He is the butterfly that flutters over the altar of sacrifice, beautiful and indifferent.

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