I wandered between the intertwined tree roots
Was the thing brushed on my face hair or hanging moss
The moon passed behind the branches
Shadow fluttered and soared high
The path went into the trees
The mottled well water was chubby, pulsating black
My hands seemed to touch something with wings
I can't remember what happened
Last night, I walked in the woodland
Something covered in fur filled my mouth and filled my ears
When I returned to the abyss, a man with a sealed mouth appeared in front of me
I may never remember what I talked with him sentence by sentence
But I believe that if I can meet him again in the waking world, I will recognize him immediately.
