Lungworth

“What a wonderful person your Zeus is… but no amount of female care can help him overcome his sadness. It’s all because he’s distanced himself from his ancestors and locked himself in a stone box. Heated floors, what’s that all about!,” Veritta shook her head. “Instead, he needs fresh air and to spend a couple of winters in nature, connecting with the spirits of the elements; it would instantly alleviate all his troubles. And all this gold, the servants, the spaces – is that what happiness is? For example, many of our leaders live as hermits in forests and mountains, spending hundreds of winters there, and they don’t know any mental illnesses. And here, both male and female servants will only do harm: labor also helps to relieve sadness. What this poor Zeus needs is not that, but to shed the shackles of the city and achieve true freedom and harmony with the spirits.” The girl nodded confidently, affirming her wise words.