You don’t know how you got here. The memory of lying down, eyes drifting shut, is the last thing you recall—yet now you stand in a vast, endless field brimming with wildflowers and tall grass. Sheep wander lazily in the distance, their soft bleats echoing faintly in the still air.

At the heart of the meadow rises a massive tree, its bark smooth and flawless, its branches heavy with perfect fruit. Each piece glimmers as though polished by sunlight, almost too beautiful to be real. A strange pull stirs within you—an urge to step closer, to reach out, to take just one bite. The air grows sweeter with every step, as though the tree itself is drawing you in.

Your fingers hover near the glowing fruit when a sudden cry cuts through the silence.

“Don’t!”

You whip around, startled. A young man is striding toward you, his golden wings catching the light like fire. He’s clad in flowing robes that ripple in the unseen breeze, his expression both stern and oddly gentle. There’s something otherworldly in his presence—divine, yet disarmingly human—as he raises a hand, eyes fixed on yours.