>la apple
It is a polished bright red apple. Looks more or less like any other apple
you've seen, apart from the great gloss it has. It has a special feel to it,
too, you just can't put your finger on what it actually is. The apple is free
of blemishes, of moderate size and its scent is divine. You start salivating
just from the thought of tasting it. It is still fresh, so better enjoy it
before it goes bad.
>eat apple
You eat a polished bright red apple.
The fresh apple tastes bittersweet, but you very much like it anyway. While
eating the apple, you contemplate on the process that brought this apple to
you. The apple is essentially air and water, combined by sunlight. How, you
wonder, is it that a tree can assemble these elements into something edible
and so different from the source parts. A tree, that took so long to grow, yet
so little time has passed compared to your own life span. The train of thought
goes on, confusing you, but leaving you yearning for more savoury moments like
this. You feel that Sylvester is younger now. You feel youth returning to your
body. Your mind feels clear and clean, ready to partake of new experiences.
You feel that Sylvester is satiated. You can't possibly eat any more. You
discard rest of the food. You stop eating.
You are thirsty, satiated, very young and brave.
--> Went from old to very young.