Imagine a tree. This tree has a trunk of shredded, rusty iron. On this tree is a fruit. This fruit is all of the most disgusting and unappetizing colors. This fruit is whatever shape and texture reminds you most immediately of acid vomit. Thousands of these fruits on this tree, hanging from the top branches and all the way down to the ground. Also, these fruits have a strange tendency. Whenever something comes in contact with them, they tend to sort of erupt. They pop and expel a viscous liquid that has the texture of day old blood and the strongest scent of decay. It will burn into your nose and your skin instantly, and you’ll never feel quite rid of it.
Imagine an orchard of these trees, under a dark crimson sky and surrounded by a huge stone wall with the corpses of the forgotten lain at its base and a menacing wall of fire and barbed wire atop that.
Let’s put on some blindfolds, and go for a run.
