Lazy Fingerjoint

Even one as knowledgeable as you have likely never been to the decayed land of Cassacco.
There, people lie bedridden year-round, their fingers being the only agile part of their bodies.
With a finger's curl, fruit rolls through open windows to their bedsides.
A quick clap summons honey brews brought by a Thief's Hand.
Fruits are stolen from orchards up the mountain.
Honey brews are pilfered from neighbors' cellars.
A mystical well, said to bear Zagreus' blessing, never runs dry,
Pouring forth nectar and wheat in endless supply.
It's a grandiose lie so outlandish that even the boldest liar wouldn't dare to tell.
How blissful! You steal from me, I seize from you.
Life is effortless, never requiring one to step outside.
Cassacco has rotted through countless days and nights. There, even death
Requires no more than the snap of a finger.