Then, through a crimson flower, he seemed to see a familiar figure.
He would never forget that face, the face that had lingered in his dreams for so long.
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After Enkidu’s death, Gilgamesh understood that death was no distant thing. He left his throne behind and wandered for many years. One day, worn down by hunger, thirst, and exhaustion, he fell to the ground and sighed at the fickleness of the world. Dark clouds gathered overhead.
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