Prologue

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The Lord once said to Adam and Eve, "You are free to eat from any tree in the garden; but you must not eat from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, for when you eat from it you will certainly die." However, humanity didn't die, it was simply condemned to a life of toil and hardship. A life of pain, and a life of suffering.

Which all started with a single bite.

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"Open your eyes, Eve."

I wake up, feeling peaceful and serene. I feel so relaxed and just...chilled really.

I find that I'm resting on the sturdy trunk of a tree. It seems vibrant and alive. The only thing is, both it and me are in the middle of nowhere. No other trees, no grass. Just me and the tree in an expanse of cloud with a strange red ring somehow suspended in the air, rotating slowly allowing me to see stained glass windows.

I stand up and admire the beautiful tree branches above me, decorated with tiny leaves and flower buds. I reach out a tentative hand to touch one when it opens suddenly.

I draw my hand away swiftly and instead observe it.

"Apple blossom?"

"The time is now, Eve." A voice echoes once more. It's lilting, almost as if I could fall asleep again just listening to it. But strange voices that come out of nowhere shouldn't be taken lightly.

"Who's there?" I demand softly as I turn around, but I'm met with no reply. Turning back around, I see that there's a single apple on the branch nearest to me.

It looks so beautiful, almost like the apple from Snow White. A smooth sheen of red with a single leaf growing on the stalk. It's perfect.

Before I realise, I reach out and grab the fruit, twisting it gently in order to separate it from the tree.

I bring the treat close to my lips, my mouth watering slightly as I look forward to a little snack.

And I bite.

It's the sweetest thing I've ever tasted, but it isn't sickly. It's perfect.

Having reduced the fruit to mush, I swallow...but it stays in my throat.

I'm chocking, the fruit is stuck in my throat and I can't force it out or force it down.

I look at the rest of the apple in my hand. It's rotten, and disgusting. The normal white turning into an offset yellow and the whole thing covered in large maggots, which are crawling up my hand.

I'm frozen.

I can't do anything except choke on the apple and watch in horror as maggots climb up my arm.

Wake up! This has to be a dream! Goddammit Eliza, WAKE UP!

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