Zian hung up. He got down from the car and walked towards the forest holding a bundle of papers that are stitched into a book. The way its papers were crumbled and had turned yellow shows how frequently the book was touched to reach in this condition.
His first breath under the dense vegetation was inhaling the earthy fragrance. His heavy boots sprung up making him hear the cracking twigs and leaves underfoot. As he moved deeper, the forest folded like as if swallowing him inside, every view was unique yet same all at once. It would take just as long to get out as it took to get in.
The trees stood stiff, ground scattered with the rainbow of rich colors, yellow leaves, red leaves, green leaves...
