She stops by a fruit tree, one of many in this stretch of swampy forest, or perhaps forest-y swamp. She's hungry, and the bright orange color of the perfectly round fruits here is strangely appetizing. With a little effort, she knocks a few of the brightest loose and tucks in. The first bite reveals such a startlingly sharp, tart sweetness that she recoils in surprise. Immediately after, she recoils in horror -


The inside of the fruit is red, red, red; the bright and terrible sanguine of living blood. She knows that this color must also be staining her lips and her teeth, lending her pretty face an utterly incongruous savageness. Her mind reels with uncounted possibilities, unknown and unknowable; though whether through inability or unwillingness to understand, she will not, can not possibly inquire. What horrors could have happened to this stand of singular trees - what unnameable, unwholesome things might they be feeding on, deep in the mouldering earth, to embed in its fruit such a hellish pigment? She shudders at the sickening implications...


















User Image - Blocked by "Display Image" Settings. Click to show.... and, very slowly, she leans in to take another bite.









What? They're delicious. You should try one, seriously.