Jesters POV:
Like a mountain range in the summer, where the sun bends through the brush of the trees expanding on the top horizon.
The light bleeds through.
Moments pass.
Finally after searing light becomes manageable I open my eyes, an open prairie where a tree that wncaptures Beaty appears.
The trunk ascends to the heavens further than the eye can see. Meanwhile the branches as in blessing the lands extend miles long gradually descending towards the earth.
One of the branches that descended from the tree ends right in front of me. I take in the sight where the branch meets the trunk and gradually look until the end that's right in front of me.
Huh….
I see … a fruit?
Dark in color, almost a dark purple but not quite. It swirles around in on itself almost like a contradiction.
I reach out.
My finger brushes the skin and …
"THIS WORLD OF ROT DISGUSTS MEFIND A VESSEL TO BREAK THIS FILTH SO THAT WE MAY SMILE UPON OUR LIBERATION"