We found ourselves in Paradise. A garden that stretched for miles, with the fairest sights any of us had ever seen. Everywhere, life sprung from the fertile soil. Beautiful trees grew as far as the eye could look, and peaceful animals lived there with no fear. Glistening blue lakes were plenty, and each one held beautiful fish of all colours. In order for us to live there for eternity, our only task was to tend the garden, and we were eager to tend something that beautiful. It was truly Paradise, and we were all bursting with happiness.
The days went on and we frolicked in our new home. No one ever went hungry, and the garden remained beautiful. We were so happy, we forgot that bad things could happen. We had not seen misery in what seemed a thousand years, and we dismissed the thought of anything bad happening to us. Indeed it was Paradise, in every meaning that word holds.
That was, until we saw the creeping death that hung over the entire garden. We, the inhabitants had not watered the garden in our state of bliss and ignorance of all else.
We would soon be punished, as the death swept away our happiness, as it also swept away all the life and fertility of Paradise.
We woke to the stench of rotting fruit as our Paradise had vanished, leaving behind only the memory of what we had been given but had forsaken. As we grew to understand how we had made our own bed, the dead garden began to seem more hellish with every breath we drew. Every time we inhaled the smell of dead fruit it tormented us with guilt, and grief of what we had brought on ourselves.
We could do nothing but grieve, until the grief grew to blind hatred for each other. We each became ignorant of our own part in the destruction of Paradise, and we blamed the other inhabitants. We are now forced to stay here forever, surrounded by our own hate, grief and guilt, until the end of days. Paradise has turned to Hell, and only we are to blame.
