Eden

Scroll, slowly.

The garden

Everything we needed.

Nothing to build. Nothing to search for.
Nothing left to imagine.
And still, we wanted more.

Except a reason
to go further.

An untouched pale apple hangs from a branch above the meadow.
Something to reach for.
A calm green serpent raises its head among the flowers.
A different point of view.
A continuous landscape of grassy mounds reveals a woman walking away, then a simple wooden bench.

Beyond the garden

What could we make
of this world?

One thing led
to another.

An apple tree stands in the flowering meadow, with a pale crescent moon in the afternoon sky.

Perhaps paradise
was only the beginning...