You suddenly have a vivid memory of sitting in a massaging chair eating apples for hours and hours. Really good fresh crisp apples for at least eight hours without ever feeling overly stuffed. The walls around you green with living plant life. Leaves stirring in the breeze of powerful but too small to be seen fans. Calmly eating apples like you have all day or longer to do nothing but enjoy something simple and pure. That event could not have happened in this world.