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There is a kingdom far in the sky that is ruled by a Queen without a King. The base of the castle has been constructed over a cloud. Its walls and roofs have been built by pure gold and silver. This kingdom was the only one, for some, and yet the most powerful as well.

The Queen ruling this kingdom had a few worshipers. Every day, each of her worshipers would bring plenty of riches. There would be times when the same worshipers would present her with the same materials of gold and silver, but she took no importance to this. Her entire domain was created by it.


One night, a man came into the castle to give the Queen an item of worship. It was not silver nor gold, but a seed. But before the Queen and her worshiper could meet face-to-face, she commanded for a black curtain to be placed between them. She knew he was a new worshiper so he did not wished to view the eyes of the man. The apple tree seed of the man seemed not to grab the Queen full attention, so he departed from the area without questioning.


The next night, after her usual worshipers had departed, the same man from last night arrived. Instead of bringing a seed, he brought a sack of apples. The same curtain and the same response to the seed were portrayed. The night afterwards, the man brought a large apple tree that was being carried on his back. The same curtain and the same response to the seed and apples were portrayed. The night after that, the man brought an entire garden dragging behind him by the chains that gripped his flesh. The same curtain and the same response to the seed, apples, and tree, were portrayed.


The same man continued to carry materials, one bigger than the other, from Earth to the Heavens. It was not known as to how the worshiper made it without a pair of wings, but one thing was known, the man managed to spend his entire night and day carrying those presents to the Queen herself.


One particular night, though, the Queen waited for the last of her worshippers to stand behind the curtain. She waited and waited; until she finally managed to stand from her throne, walk over to the curtains and ripped them apart. In front of her was not a worshiper, but a single chest covered in blood. She made her way towards it and opened it. Inside, an apple shaped as a heart rested on a crimson scarf. The apple was like no other: its shine, its perfect shape, and its taste were different from other apples. The apple, instead of having a sweet taste, it had a slight sour after taste, as if the apple itself poured tears.