Aziramin opened her eyes. It was bright. She was surrounded by trees, and flowers. She lay there, confused. Where was she? Why couldn’t she remember what had happened the last two days? It felt so far away, like she was in another world, a strange world of dirt and smoke. A world in which she was alone. Yet there was another. Someone who was helping her, someone who cared for her…
A voice spoke, interrupting her thought. “You seem to be rather comfortable,” it mocked.
“I am.” Aziramin was honest, at least.
“I bet you feel rather smart, managing to get here, where no one else should be. Consuming the fruit you are forbidden to consume.”
“I am smart,” she shot back. “And this is a place everyone should be.”
“But they are not allowed,” the voice reminded her. “It has been decreed as such
