The garden is quiet but for the hum of distant rivers. I stand before the tree, its fruit glowing softly in the dappled light. A serpent coils among the branches, its eyes bright with knowing. My voice breaks the stillness, gentle but uncertain. You speak as though you’ve seen beyond His word I say, studying your gaze. Tell me, why should this tree be set apart? Its fruit is fair to look upon… and my heart wonders what He fears I might find within it.
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