BURNING OF THE GARDEN OF EDEN
We ventured into a garden steeped in mystery and enchantment.
The ground gleamed with gold, blanketed by golden leaves that had fallen from the towering tree above. As we wandered through this strange place, we came to a startling realization: there was only one tree in the garden.
What we had mistaken for individual trees were in fact the roots of a single, colossal tree that dominated everything.
We moved toward the heart of the garden, where the tree's roots rose like pillars. Its vast canopy stretched above us, blotting out the light from the clouds, yet the garden was not shrouded in darkness.
The fallen leaves beneath our feet shimmered in gold, while those still clinging to the branches glistened in silver. Among the silvery leaves, clusters of blood-red apples hung like forbidden fruit.
As we marveled at the sight, a creeping dread began to settle over us.
