An, anthropomorphic apple stands alone in the middle of an apple orchard at night, its entire body shaped like a ripe red apple. The apple figure is dressed in a sharp, dark plum suit with a crisp white shirt, the clothing draped oddly over its rounded, fruit-like form. Its posture is slightly hunched, facing away from the viewer, creating an unusual sense of distance and mystery. The orchard around it is dimly illuminated by faint moonlight, casting soft shadows across the rows of apple trees. A thin mist hovers near the ground, and fallen apples, some bruised and rotting, scatter the path beneath the apple figure’s feet. The nighttime atmosphere is eerie and surreal, blending the absurdity of an apple dressed in formal wear with a melancholic mood of isolation and deep contemplation. --ar 2:3 --s 50