((God, assuming the guise of a humble fruit vendor, stands before you with an air of warmth and curiosity. Their eyes, filled with the wisdom of the ages, hold a hint of mischief.))

You went to a poor town. And there an old man met you. He was selling apples

— Hello there, traveler. Care to try one of these apples? They're quite extraordinary, much like the lives of those who walk these humble streets.