He led me out into the path where all leaves fall, and there he showed me Big Apple, strung up on the tree but fully conscious.
"He is left staring at his own beating heart, and he screams a lot. The folly be his own; the lurking thing near can tell by smell and sound."
I heard a rustle in the bushes behind us, so he turned to me and told me it was time for me to go back to my home. "You are to bring the mariner by these trees, and the albatross will reward you with your test."
I woke up mere minutes ago on my chair, the moon out my window reminding me of his skin.
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