In the land of Neverbelieve, I saw a malnourished monkey melting a marshmallow with his half-frozen hands.

In the land of Neverbelieve, I heard an anxious ape eating almonds beneath sky-squawkers.

In the land of Neverbelieve, I touched a hostile tree teasing an octopus’ tentacle.

In the land of Neverbelieve, I felt a tingle of a memory of a weeping willow tree sobbing and a cold rush of fear remembering the hissing-reptiles snaking into my vision with its blood-shot eyes and its venomous bite.

In the land of Neverbelieve, there lies a fatal carnivore watching its prey scamper out of the hunter’s picturesque, now still watching getting ready contaminated with its thick coat of fur and its razor sharp teeth.

In the land of Neverbelieve, I found an exaggerated eagle echoing its cackles which I found it ear-deafening and treacherous in the core of my mind.

In the land of Neverbelieve, I tasted a canary-yellow lemon contaminated with exceedingly grotesque flesh, it was like eating a gone-off blueberry with the jade green mould as thick as a tree trunk.