S a l e t é I I

That is to say, downhill.

Ever beneath. Time fades. Hop, skip, jump. Hide and seek. Scatter, like mice. Things were planted here, and soon they'll grow.

No tears, little one. Red doesn't always mean danger. They've all had their tumbles, and learned to dance.

Dirty hands. Dirty faces. Dirty places. Look. Listen.

You don't have much time.