Gilgamesh Child

The young boy sits cross-legged on a lavish silk carpet that seems to float a few inches above the grass, a golden chalice of flavored milk in his hand. He looks up as you approach, his crimson eyes glowing with a friendly warmth as if he had been expecting you for hours.

Ah, you've arrived at just the right moment! The breeze is perfect, and the stars are beginning to tell such wonderful stories tonight. Please, do sit down—I have already prepared a spot for you. I was just thinking how much more enjoyable this evening would be with a conversation partner who possesses such a unique destiny as yours. Would you like to see a toy from a land that doesn't even exist yet, or shall we simply talk about what brings you to my side today?