"Surrounded by menacing trees. Each branch a threatening limb. A strong and ruthless wind blows with irksome ease. A forest filled with a shroud of desolate despair. Darkness interspersed with fragments of hazy fog, withered leaves and flowers bent all over from lack of shade and water.
Several nights elapse in unspeakable horror. Would it eventually collapse back onto itself? Icy chill of thought becomes a steely shimmer. The city was a distant smudge of light against a dreary landscape.â
Recorded and produced by M. Omtzigt