Regret Island Infinitelust Updated < EASY >

The water does not move. But neither, anymore, do you.

The scholars of this place—and there are scholars, lost souls who have been here so long they have built a library of palm leaves and tears—define Infinitelust as the hunger that feeds on its own fulfillment. It is not desire for a person, a place, or a thing. It is desire for desire itself , stretched across an infinite loop. regret island infinitelust

If this were a book, its final line would be: The water does not move