Into the woods where woven words rest in place-motion when they're read, taking you to places you never went to.

Together with my summer hat and polo, I announce that I am back on track. My writing ranges from nonfiction to fiction; mellow to dark with nostalgia and human vulnerability as my forte.

The map under my hat held the places I mapped out. I, Woody, a renowned explorer had journeyed 70% of the world-that's what the people of Palan Empire believed. When I ventured out into the southeastern hemisphere to find an endemic fruit to cure an endemic illness, I found that the world had so much mysteries far from 70% of completion. A plethora of histories, lost civilizations, dead languages, dangerous dungeons, ruins, undiscovered florae and faunae, and a phenomenon I termed "warping dimension".

Exhausted was I walking endlessly so I stopped nearby a river and build my camp when an aggressive wind flew my hat that I thought, Have I angered an unknown deity? And my hat stayed dancing in the blue sky. The wind, one continuous blowing had bended the trees. The leaves scattered like senbonzakura and created ripples in the surface of the calm river-that felt enchanting and enchanting in this world could mean doom. The tilapias swam away leaving my fishing rod hopeless. Oh, my hat would drop! I swung my fishing rod and hooked it but I lost balance. I'd get drenched I thought but the river abruptly dried. I believed I broke some of my bones. I sat for a moment then ran for my life. It was a flight response the moment it appeared, an instinct to survive, it was beyond my current power. I galloped every gigantic root while healing my broken bones. It seemed not moving but felt dangerous. The roots, turning even gigantic and the ground every second was filled with flowers. My blue sky was gone-darker geen was the ambience. I kept running until I knew I entered the navel of the forest.

This all I could tell you at the moment.

Woody out!