Literature
The taste of grass
Solur ni atti yoma qa i serissi, yahar ni imna khaliqy nai
"To one who eats only solu fruit, good grass tastes bitter" -- Yoma saying
Over the timecycles, many of our brethren have sought a perfect world. Only one I met once who might have found it. By his request I will not write his name; I hope he'll be happier in shadow. I had to pass through many worlds, speak to many explorers, and consult many archives before I could track him down. He was merely an oneirobat apprentice, who had been sent by his master, now dead by old age, to look for a world that had not Fallen.
I was very surprised, when I finally talked to his former fellow apprentices, to discover he lived in Meru, crossroads of all the worlds, where despotism and cruelty and duplicity are so abundant, when he could have lived in a land of earnestness and love. Nevertheless, I burnt a little offer to Merikash in thanks and set out to meet him.
I found him living in a hovel on a sparsely-built slope of the Mount
Yep! Dats me!