August 25th, noon.
The sun was somewhat intense, the sky was filled with white, almost blinding halos, making it unbearable to lift one's head. The light penetrated the dense seaweed-green trees, sprinkling golden fragments over the forest.
The densely arranged trees stood about four or five meters tall, their barks adorned with some grey-green lichen. Swinging around on the lush ground shrubs were unknown white dandelion seeds blowing in from somewhere. Some were stuck to the barks, some fell on the ground, and some were cradled by the leaves.
Suddenly, the dandelions that were afloat in mid-air started drifting and congregating in one direction. A fragment of white got stuck onto a piece of black fabric, slid across the chest for a brief moment, and then continued drifting backwards.
A silhouette was seen moving through the forest's clearing. Its movements were neither fast nor slow. The sound of crushing leaves can be heard as shoes came into contact with the ground.
