I lean against a tree. My body's strength is gone. But the forest remains just as still and undisturbed.
Sometimes it's good to let off steam, sometimes, not always, solitude is good for that.
But I, I am not alone, I am in this forest, with all these trees as witnesses of my tireless fight, not to be part of this brown earth.
I look at the sky, infinity of leaves, I look ahead, only arboreal distance.
There is not much left to say, I don't know why I am here, but I was the one who calmed the infinite loneliness of this forest.
I look at my hands, wrinkled skin with some stains.
In my delirium I want to know how many more steps will I take before I fall?
Step, step, step.
Don't worry, the forest will never be merciful.
♧ End of prologue♧