The branches closed behind me. The forest got quiet.
I went up a hill. Found a track that showed me further in. The track beneath me. The forest roof above me. The air was thick and warm. I came to a small opening where the thimber was cut down. The sun appeared and burned my face. It looked like a small desert. Dead branches lying on the ground. But it was not much of a view. Right ahead there was a new, airtight forest appeared.
A bird screamed. It seemed to be warning all the others about the intruder. It made everything even more intense. As if the whole forest held its breath.