prompt: "downfall of eve"
The last and perhaps the calmest of the festivities takes place in the orchards that border the swamp. Here, long rows of decades-old apple trees hang heavy with fruits painted in vibrant shades of red, yellow, and pink, waiting to be picked. Wicker baskets are stacked at the entrance of the grove, free to use for easier collection, and everyone may take as many as they can carry. In the spirit of the equinox—focused on give and take, the equilibrium of an evenly split night and day—for every apple someone takes or eats, they are encouraged to plant a seed in its place, to ensure the continued growth and expansion of the orchard for decades to come.
