songs and hallucinations.

"On let us sit exile –

at the end of the world.

Lawing arbitrations

in the mountains on hills

on the imposition of magic on my face

upon

I fell to be an abyss

is one of its walls

that echoing

an tormented and screeching choice

that is nowhere

to this is a wide-running vision.

It is never a latter of our birth".

Desk would have stood in his hand to murmuring this sometimes, when he felt badly, from being depressed or such, usually in times of the singing crisis will bring you death, which brought him to a lot of songs, but not so much. It was not appropriate for his spirit to come well in things with what was and everything was blurred about him from the speed that exceeds things. He exhausted that there was no clear human source amongst him, the trees around him stood at an extensive race which he achieved at a threatening high. A deep shadow planting on the grunting forest battles in the whispers of life and spirit. The tops stood at a great height above it, dense and paved all over it, and still was dark, thick and humid, thickening tangles and decorating itself for its lacqueries the gorgeous fog classes in all places, gaining over all its many thick and full drops of shape. He didn't accurately accurately accurately accurately accurately things how he got there, but he was in his hand blurred. It is probably that they were married on the way from Sadimo and caused the blur to stand in his memory. One thing planted in his memory of every face he had, he had nowhere to go back. Voices were not replied to him from the dark exports of the forest, but it seems handly to be the product of the shaking shock on the face of Desk as a really cloud. His path of thoughts stood by nature to begin to stroke his environment out of the sense of survival holding his childhood threatening. Everything in the woods did not hold really, and used it again stimulating from its thoughts the more he gathered into concentration. The trees mainly switched by themselves in its sterile gear, the place seems continuous. And he still blurred on the last sequence of things to happen, many food sources did not clearly stand him. For the deep and unclear fear of most people from the forest, it was possible because of its considerable rescuing, for many years they had for many years their animals and several fruit bushes surrounded the nearby ranges, and they were not interested in going out to these forests to the 'bold in which they had gone out to hunt a poor little wolf in a season where nothing was really dangerous in the woods, the 'brave' who never sent their status in it. Although he was strong in his body and relatively skilled in battle, he was not too much of his physical forms. In any case, from what he saw, he didn't seem to have recognized as a whole the part of the forest where he landed, and therefore he did not know where he was, or in what forest, and therefore, at least eight unscrewable predators, well, seven now for him. Therefore his first priority was to find shelter before night, not to bring himself in just bad places, although he did not know how long he was unconscious, which, in some way, was even more disturbing to him than in a way unclear. His first thought about shelter was on the tops themselves, but it would be difficult to perform and shake, and there are things which have to crawl among the tops themselves. Literally would have wandered a little bit at a rotating glance, identifying it is that my changes in the humid land texture or some slope created in it, probably lasted much from it very closely to the plain, and the land swamped only from lights on the trees' libraries, placed in wild animals and easy to penetrate by the considerable predators. He will probably have to bet at the end of the day on the top of the wanderer tree, and anyway he continued to wander in search of shelter on the ground and the second thing he had on his list, weapons. He will not be too effective against the great predators, but they might be able to catch a landing position, and against the wildlife knew to become a relatively useful stake, although that would be also urgent. He started looking for thick and extended sticks on the moist ground as well. The trees were thick and lumpy up, and their bones seemed to stand it as well. So stood at thickness and difficulties that were almost surprisingly uncomfortable on the ground. Probably those who have been mishap already been taken to construct the nests of these and other wildlife. He was able to find stones, or collect roots for trying to create another torch drying. All such findings were hidden from easy search and proved him to go out and go on a considerable area, in his almighty could have gone hours and had not felt in this time at all. However, in its considerable gear did not find these few branches and some stones to bring in well-being. Nevertheless, it was urgent enough to carve a worn wooden stake, keep one slightly sharp stone and keep one root for torch. The hours were not well harnessed on the skies' breeze from the main sky, but from the little light it seemed to be the slightest today, late afternoon hours, now it is already urgent for him to start looking for the right tree for him, at least the most appropriate of course. Twilight hours, although not common in them, are the hours of operation of these forest predators, red under that is considered by many of its village at least for another and refined type of darkness and night, under that night with ruby meters were considered bad luck and attractive to harm, he sometimes heard from mumbles that require red matters of its marks in the world used by the rule of 'witches' to create scenarios and luck in the remarks of a world, which were known by such actions for the names of their doers, apparently 'sorcery', but all such things were said were out of a few and duplicit sources, he had a hard time to truly severe. Instead he raised thoughts, and even under his ongoing confusion, which was no longer associated with pre-events like the initial mental state he stood near, a considerable cold came up in his vicinity. As is known, it was the beginning of winter, and not surviving in the woods winter without a way to warm up, another thing that would have to rush to do. He had too much to do and everything was difficult before him, and thus his spirit began to mention the more his time gained him, and his despair was shaking before him," I believe, I believe. These mumbles sometimes heard among the village people, mainly those who went to the stupid hunting, from knowledge, were finding prayers, to tie yourself to the weak spirit of trees for the sake of giving your ways well, that sounded to him unfavorable, and also did not like it to imitate from the village people, since he did not like the village, but what would come to him in use here will come well. It reminded him of that time he tried to sneak behind one of those hunting expeditions, and in wonder they managed to catch him there. It was an unlucky misfortune so it seemed, that day before he fed the little street dog that belonged to the Tsurlamon family and suffered a severe malnutrition, since its owners fed him with things really inappropriate for him, and he would have gone out to the village, even though he felt a significant affection for all its official owners, and was looking for himself for food sources. I never left him food, but I didn't find a favor by knowing it was me who gave me, who wouldn't come to me and bother me, that day anyway he went out early on his tour, and encountered me while I was placing the leftovers for him, in that apparently caught my smell, and I felt instant affection for all people who divide food in the area. By the way, I didn't do it nicely, the dog helped the journeys of these hunting, which put food in the pantry, from which I could easily steal. I still prefer it fresh, from my experience on the village people, the meat preserved in the pantry does not fill its time well in a significant part of the cases, and there is a clear risk of the disease from it, which could almost afford. That's why I came to hunting expeditions when I was in my hand, like that day. But I probably was quite disrespectful of the dog's ability to locate people he'd met already, and his good intentions. When we were in the middle of the journey he probably got on me anyway that I was sponsored in the bushes, and decided he wanted to return me a gift for the food I gave him that day. He started running to me as a possessive madness, and all the horses, who were used to following him, flipped without thinking of him, leaving half the riders on the ground and half with back pain to this day, and that's not the most remembering part of that moment, however, remember that he had a crushed insect grows up, and while he came to me he started to freak out the horses behind him for some reason, he was barely stopped and knocked the insect right into my face. Not a hearty matter. I also tried to escape later and caught him, they don't like his presence, and they'll know him about it in unpleasant ways. He didn't shake off the story, which he was already a little amusing, beyond that he was distracting from time effectively and beneficial to the quality of his looks, so he was in his mind because of what his mind was even more beneficial than its focus, in that he found a tree that seemed less threatening than the rest around, he hoped his feelings lead him well. The stone was placed while his clothes and sticks on his back, it would hurt a little, but nothing will fall as long as his hands and feet folded on the tree.

He did, just minutes before the twilight entry, and fell asleep. Parkerk suddenly shook off from intense shrines who penetrated his thought quickly, almost chasing him, although they heard from below more, apparently, they had a distance he had in place. In any case his senses penetrated him and left him stimulating, even little against his will, to listen. The screams were not heard of a very large animal, but in the woods many things can deceive, even in the very beginning, probably very much. He believed there was a balance in the nature of initiative almost in my hands someone, he had seen this balance several times, it wasn't pleasant. He remained there for some time and a state of talking around remained his pitched, for some time the voice sounded and surpassed, there was not much interest in that, but he remained on the guard, although he did not know well from the place of a tree to reply against a considerable predator, and to move away he was not in his hand at all, for making much noise to all and would do it quite slow, and even tempting his say (most of the predators are his sayer). Anyway, those moments didn't seem to be happening around, it seemed more in an animal that was revealed by itself on a layer and it was very difficult to sleep more than anything that is bound by purpose. But the full but slightly scrambling, slightly overturned themselves, continued to reach him, and some time later also slowly sound from a different place. Not necessarily closer to him, probably evidence that the animal was up from its deposit, nothing entirely negative, if you stay away from here now, will have to fear much less than meeting her in its comments hours, as stated, although she was heard a slightly negligible face. At the time, hungry began to permeate and read about his stomach, and he began having a hard time holding itself well on the tree and began to feel a considerable need to twist on its place, which did not of course, for the uncertainty of the place. Nevertheless regretted the things he was looking for compared to avoiding investing in others. His stay at risk so far is considered quite discounted than he's heard in much of the forest parts. The logic that was skewed about him at that moment told him that under that something should happen soon, and that was a good sign of opening the thing, and together with the discomfort in his body, it was a good one for his condition as a whole at that moment. Another short time since he began to shake against the cold wiring around it. His condition was well disturbed now, even if nothing happens that his sleep probably won't return to him tonight. He got to sleep without much shelter but there was always anything at all from the village's replacements, whose deaths provided abundant night for every third season and thus dumping the crumbling one among them. He was used to them for nail wardrobe, even if the legs had changed all they were. Things mooded and dared his mood but did not take him off the voices, he noticed that moment added sound, identical in its characteristics, perhaps a little higher for sharp hearing like his, who seemed to have an answer to the other voice, each of these voices was on his other side, if this communication leads to the meeting, he would be found in a buffer in the center area between them. And they didn't seem very far away. Anyway, he had no ones to scold his luck and the factors of exports his condition now, any action would be closing. The respondents began to strengthen now, from the long time already laid out to himself that they would be fulfilled with it and could return to its bitter affairs, but of course, once they were seen, a well-salted approaching his preferences on the matter. His look began to move there for him to place the animals exactly, in that he could jump towards them from the effective place. He felt well in dance approached, their voices were proud and empowered to prepare in his head, to build and to assemble there more and more strongly until almost similarly changed. It was difficult for him, after a moment. The separate of his thoughts that the voice is not only strengthened against him, it also began to change, as a sort of arbitrator in space to more and more forms, dividing the ranks of Desk's face and deepen his thoughts, it seems the cold and hunger slightly far away against that they had bumped a little bit more. From its exhaustion around to real echoing, he seemed to have momentarily moments, in the mummy the place burns, which he heard in that words.

"Says the rain and over winter

they will stroke their world's establishment and I will tame you in it"

so the low voice would say, and the high voice replies.

"Both falls will even face

contact and wake up appeal

without their curfew

and without being well

and the snow will say to harm"

and the low voice has returned, although they both echoed into each other in his head. "My body will not apply as snow

and I am here and tell my curators,

and nature will reply

and what to me against?

And you still want and do not bear nature that you are there and go against all excuses and the time of the sorts of world's

sorts of difficulties

but not against others,

and that it breaks everything

and proves faith files—

and what will I believe in it,

and I believe him?-

What you ask for

better than me is fine with my choice,

I will stammer and in their absence

I will starve and thus to you."

Their voices stopped minutes, it seems that moments were stopped to think, both talking and moving. When he raised a moment in their poems, they reminded him of something that dimly increased, but was not caught well now. He waited for their actions.

Easy in cracking voices began to be heard, and of all the vibrant echoes in his head, even to cracking their steps was bought a rate from the dew and full of dizzying, both seemed to be well close to the breed of its mortgage, and now a spring surrounded it with a sloppy, although it was difficult to see from the understandings of darkness and its traitorous position. He tried even more to conquer his vibrations, although his body was not well gained by his knowledge of all echoes, and the impact still continued to strengthen, apparently, that they continued to approach him. It already seemed that they had reached the tree, he had no inferior to it as out of the things that began to appear in front of him, the strange stone she brought him began to appear in blurred, and then words, which did not come from the previous sources began to pet and ting his head out "before the dragon

in the lights and darkness

the ruins should get out

or that ruins will be you,

now come out

to his hand county that –"

then the tree began to shake.