In a dimly lit courtyard within an ancient stone castle at night, a majestic apple sits atop a worn, grey stone pedestal. The fruit's surface is etched with intricate details of an ancient silver dagger, its metallic sheen reflecting the faint moonlight that filters through the arched windows above. A wispy veil of white smoke curls and unfurls around the base of the pedestal, as if the very air itself has been imbued with an otherworldly essence.
