What do I see? I see treetops, which barely let in the sunlight.
I open my eyes, look around, trees and more trees, brown earth with a few blades of grass and dry leaves everywhere.
I look at my hands, clear complexion, clean and well-trimmed nails, yet they are a man's hands.
A man, after all. Who am I?
After asking myself that question as if the enchantingly dark forest answered me, a breeze blows from an indeterminable direction.
I lie down on the hard, cold brown ground. What should I do?
"Who am I? What are all those trees, what a sinister and strange place" the thoughts of an ambivalent consciousness do not allow me to remain in absolute silence.
The breeze stops, and the entire environment returns to silence and a distressing stillness.
How can there be so much stillness and silence in a forest? As if the silence and stillness answered me, "it is possible", not a single leaf in the treetops seems to move.
I sigh, I feel determined to find an answer, I look in all directions and if it weren't for the fact that I can't see my reflection, I would think I only saw mirrors, north, south, east and west, did they even exist here? Everything was static, silent and similar.
But how can I think so many things and not get an idea of who I am?
The breeze blows again, I try to decipher its direction by looking at the top of the trees, but I only see stillness. Is this breeze my imagination? I'm just asking out of curiosity.
How terrifying! The breeze disappeared, I now distinctly feel my breath brush against the top of my lips as the air escapes from my nostrils.
Should I move? What's the point of being static like this forest? Yes, I think it's time to get up.