#Let me post something I made with GPT
keen jolt
The Unknowables: Lust
In any city, in any country, go to the most crowded nightclub you can get yourself to. When you reach the entrance, utter these words with unwavering determination: 'Lead me to the humblest chamber with the highest price.' If they hesitate or scoff, you must leave at once, for you are unworthy. But if they start daydreaming, follow them closely and without question. They will take you through a door that seems to lead to nothing more than a dumping ground for refuse and waste. Knock three times, and if a sweet scent wafts into your nostrils, you may enter. But be warned, for what you are about to experience is not for the faint of heart, nor the unprepared.
As you step through the door, you find yourself standing in the midst of a beautiful garden, filled with colorful flowers of every shape and size. But you must not be swayed by their beauty, for this is a test of your willpower. Keep your eyes fixed firmly on the dull path beneath your feet, and do not let the flowers distract you. The path will be so unbearably boring, but if you can resist the allure and make it to the end, you will have passed the first trial.
As you step on the end of the path, the garden disappears and the ground beneath your feet transforms into cancerous lumps of flesh, while the trees become rotten intestines. Your senses are attacked by the overwhelming repulsion of the grotesque. The stench of decay fills your nostrils, and the putrid taste of bile rises in the back of your throat. The sound of writhing flesh echoes in your ears, and your skin crawls with the touch of slimy tendrils. Amidst the horror, you must focus your mind and search for the beauty hidden within. Your eyes must see past the putrid exterior to the inner grace and splendor. You must find the harmonious balance between the grotesque and the sublime, and feel the beauty with every fiber of your being. If you fail to find the beauty, you will become part of the grotesque, trapped forever in a world of decay and horror.
But if you succeed in seeing the beauty in the repulsive, you will find yourself standing in the presence of the Beauty Goddess herself, who will grant you a glimpse of her otherworldly beauty that cannot be perceived by mortal eyes alone. Soon, you will be overwhelmed by a sense of otherworldly beauty that defies all earthly comparisons. Your mind instinctively wanders to the sound of water streams, the sweetness of nectar, the blizzard of snowy peaks, and other natural wonders, not because of similarity, but for the absurd contrast. In her presence, you understand why the world is their creation and they are the creators. To them, we are as disposable as clay playthings to bored children, born from an eternity of creative restlessness.
The goddess will speak, but you'll find that your ears can't hear her. She asks but a single question: "What is the difference between creation and creators?”