A bare human skeleton is perched on a desolate wasteland, a desert with rolling sandy dunes stretching as far as the eye can see. No vegetation or signs of life are visible around it. It grips a weathered ceramic bowl filled with grains of golden sand. There's an imploring tone to its silent plea for sustenance despite its inability to speak, represented by "please spare me an apple". One can almost picture a single green apple falling from the sky into the bowl, an
