A light was reflected upon it's shiny surface. It's stem was brown with a small faded and withered green leaf. Ningyo brought the apple to her nose and smelled, it had a subtle and distinct smell. The apple floated in her hermetic, psychic landscape.
She bit into the apple with a loud juicy crunch. She chewed and could almost bring herself to taste the imaginary apple distinctly. It was perfectly ripe. She looked at the bite out of the apple which revealed a pale white and soft interior. She took another bite as the small pieces went down her throat. She ate until all that was left was an apple core, with black sticky seeds.
The seeds were then planted. One planted seed turned into a tree, and another into an Uchiha castle. Above the Uchiha castle hung the bright full moon, with a celestial lunar halo radiating around it. She walked through the mental realmscape towards the Uchiha castle. Once inside she saw a meditating ancestor.
Her ancestor sat up and stared at Ningyo through black and red eyes that spun and shifted. The ancestor's face was pale, ethereal, and almost ghost-white. He guided Ningyo in the construction of the inner Uchiha castle world, placing various structures and finetuning the system.
Suddenly other ancestral spirits arrived and seemed to noiselessly chant. The vibration of he silent chants began to take on physical form, shaking, and fabricating the inner dreamscape of Ningyo's castle.
She breathed deep and floated on a red cloud. She opened her hand and found that she held a black pearl. The Uchiha elders of future-past looked at her noiselessly, their auras burning with subtle, endless black flames.
They whispered to her a memory to be locked into the black pearl
Ningyo opened her eyes and saw the gentle incense of wafting before her. She had forgotten the secret.