This place, it is so different from the forest I used to live in… the known animals making the same sounds were far, almost in a world apart, as was the wind rustling the leaves, only howling hollowly now as if uttering empty words, nor was the pitch-black hunting grounds that are illuminated only once in a while by the moonlight, no… here there are too many sounds, smells, people, vehicles, to many types of machinery buzzing in my ear, talking, chatting, panting, breathing, hearts beating all around me.
But what bothers me the most is this smoky smell this place has, not from waist or sweat, but a strange heavy smell of dust that the clear humid woods did not have, beyond the many artificial odors around of oil and that fake sweet flower scent.
I knew for a fact that human senses weren't that good, but to live in these conditions… is to kill what is left of them.
