Each night when I lay down and close my eyes. I conjure up dreams to forget the worries of yesterday, today, and tomorrow. As I drift, a voice in the back of my mind pushes an apple towards me and whispers, “All things will come to an end.”

I listen and accept. All things will come to an end. This world is filled with distractions, temptations, and gold paved paths that lead to nothingness. When I close my eyes for the last time, what will await me? The pearly gates, fire, the void, or something else?

I see the apple was a ruse. It seemed to give everything but in actuality, it gave nothing. The curtains were lifted and I saw, there was no apple at all. Just idle fantasies to distract me. What is actually important?

I picked up the nonexistent apple and threw it at the fragile golden path. I watch the path shatter. It was a trap curated just for me. Don’t bite the apple.

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There is No Apple