As you walk through the forest, between the cedar pines, you catch a glimpse of something unnatural. A pink knitted hammock hanging from two shorter cedars. Your feet feel heavy, then your hands and finally your whole body. You reach the hammock, and fall in it. The sides cover you completely leaving only your face uncovered in a sort of cocoon.

You fall into a deep resting phase, almost animalistic.

You feel you mouth warm and wet. You look to the floor you realize there is warm blood dripping from it. Your feet are paws. Ice is melting, the landscape is gray, dying grass, and your violence. A dead deer with his stomach falling from one side calls you. You approach it and eat for a long time.

You are walking slowly, still in four legs, but softer. You approach some gray grass plain and your instinctively eat. You go to a small pond for water, and your reflection reveals two curved antlers with a couple of smaller horns coming out from each of the big ones. You are brown. As you walk into the forest again, you start feeling nervous, and then you just feel a strong impact from one side. Open your eyes.

You look down and realize you are floating. Two orange butterfly wings are keeping you in the air. A hammock is broken on the floor and turning into a darker tone. You look to the right and you can’t believe your eyes. Ice is melting, the landscape is gray, the grass is dying. What? You fly and see blood covered snow. A white wolf is eating the corpse of a deer. Then as you look to the nearest tree, a blackbird watching you. Is he laughing? Don’t be stupid, birds don’t laugh.

You hear a windy noise, you turn around and millions of butterflies, exactly like you fly in your direction. Then you fall.

As you open your eyes you see something unnatural. A pink knitted hammock hanging from two shorter cedars. You run in the opposite direction as fast as you can, you run and run and run. You run to the ocean, you run to the sea, you run like a river, to the sea.