Ten miles away sat a young apple tree barren of any leaves yet full of apples. The apples looked to have been painted with a thick layer of gold paint or gold molded into apples. The tree grew well on top of what looked to be a small plot of land lush with green grass. Not even a blemish of yellow stained the ground making it into a perfect scenery of art with the flowing water encasing all sides of the small plot of land.
The surrounding waters were nothing like the calm atmosphere of the land. Rather, it was similar to a torrent of rain and ocean water on all sides towering over the tree probably three stories high! Ocean water swirled around the land's surroundings tearing the coral reefs bare of any vegetation and life and turning the waters murky. The scent of the ocean no longer drifted in the air as only the scent of humid air weighed heavily in the air.
