You notice it in the corner of you eye, that beautiful red in such a gray world.
The second it comes into view, it's all you want.
You keep reaching, your prize the only thing you can see as everything around you is destroyed... the scenery, the people, all of it withers and turns to dust.
The broken and decaying pieces falling lifelessly to the ground in a pile, like the corpses of a dying world... even you, and still you reach, you don't even notice that the hand you're reaching out with has long since crumbled away, for the eye that's left is still staring, and as long as you can see that prize is just within reach you'll keep trying without noticing how pointless it is.
And all that remains is that prize, perfect and pristine amid the rubble, the apple that leads you to sin, and oh, what you would give for just a taste!