Unnecessary calendar

The sun rises and shines, bringing life once again.It awakens the forest and reflects its power, stirring the inner strength of every living thing.The trees breathe, the birds sing, the flowers bloom, the river flows. The Wanderer walks, free and determined.

As the day passes, The Wanderer finds shadows to rest beneath, whenever he desires.The natural rhythm of the sun functions like a clock, guiding every being to perform its own purpose. Time changes all — seconds, minutes, hours — everything follows an undeniable force.

Then the moon rises, bringing cold. The wind whispers terrible things and frightens The Wanderer. The trees open their eyes to watch him. The birds make way for vultures with cutting screams. The flowers stink. The river becomes a deadly force that defines the land, waiting to drown the bold.

The Wanderer is lost again. Hallucinating, he trembles. Mishears sounds, confuses visions, shuts his mouth, and bleeds inside. He stirs the wind, but cannot fly high.He perches from branch to branch, until sleep takes him. He dreams of being outside. Wakes to the same life.Forgets he's repeating yesterday — but still believes: maybe today, he'll find the path out of the walds.