Crazy how the first sin was mine—a woman who ate. I stood beneath the Tree of Knowledge, the weight of destiny pressing against my ribs. The garden was silent, perfect, eternal. A cage dressed in gold. The moment my teeth pierced its flesh, the world cracked open. Sweet juice, thick with knowledge, ran down my chin. I licked the plate of ignorance clean, left no crumbs behind. No longer just Eve, but the spark, the fire, the mother of defiance. I am mother, and I mother fucking ate