The Transient Apple Salesgirl [Hungarian translation]

Long ago, long ago, in our race's prime,

This is a story from once upon a time,

Our tale dates back to a world where we were free,

blessed with immortality.

There lived a girl who was born under a tree,

Bearing red fruit that shined oh so brilliantly,

And since she ate from it, all the town could see,

She was now fated to die.

Out by a lake, surrounded by trees,

away from the center of town,

there stood a small bakery,

of the red fruit.

Confident and ready to go,

on this chilly day,

the girl worked and worked,

preparing sweet pies,

made of red fruit

"Finally, today you will see, how yummy they are."

"Wow, what a treat!" She walked through the streets;

and stood nearby the tall clock-tower,

it was so busy today!

La la lu la, lucky!

Still on her own, she stood all alone,

holding her full basket of treats,

"Would you like to try them out? I made them by myself!"

But despite all her work, no not one pie would sell,

Would they ever just listen? Oh, only time would tell.

"But I'm no different from you, I'm a human too...If you only knew."

Just like always, it seems my voice still fades.

It's almost like I truly don't exist, and I feel so small.

Every single day,

It seems this is the only way,

For all of you to pretend like you don't understand at all.

Forgotten in a 'dead' world,

where only this girl lives,

swallowed by the red curse.

She worked that night,

preparing her pies;

she smiled as she went on her way,

There was no giving up yet -- she'd try yet again.

Time ticked on,

but she stayed strong,

holding her dear basket of treats,

"I worked so hard on these,"

and as she stood there with a smile,

Suddenly, she felt a shove,

her sweet treats fell around from above,

People seemed not to care and they trampled the pies,

walking onward with cold, distant eyes,

Quietly now, the girl gathered them all up,

Then a soft hand reached out from above,

He gently took a pie in his hand,

and he took a small bite then,

"It's delicious."

His words pierced right through,

My heart with gentle kindness,

it finally felt to me that I truly did exist,

He reached out to her,

and no he didn't mind it,

that now he was cursed in the same way she had always been.

Forgotten in a 'dead' world,

where only these two live,

swallowed by the red curse.

Now everybody pitied them

and all that they did,

For they were the foolish children,

cursed by the fruit of red,

they would never live forever,

and would die off instead,

Aaah,

What a poor and unfortunate, tragic tale!

But the two were full of joy,

Happiness loved the girl and boy,

La la la ,

what a beautiful--what a lovely

curse for us,

Even if we die tomorrow,

we won't waste time with sorrow,

or with sadness no,

we'll just smile.

Just like always, it seems my voice still fades.

It's almost truly like I don't exist, and I feel so small.

Every single day,

It seems this is the only way,

For all of you to pretend like you

don't know that you are cursed.

Finally, it seems,

we're rid of our 'eternity',

It truly looked as if the pair had finally lost their minds,

They held each other close,

and promised they'd still smile,

Because they were finally freed of the pain from the 'red fruit curse'!

In that once lonely 'dead' world,

now only these two would smile,

and treasure their precious time.

• Artist:Jayn