A lost soul traipses across the dull acres-- a stark, ever-shifting forest of regular clearings and uniform thickets. Encounter the zany, muddled presences who have long since lost any desire to explore. Before long, your curiosity will be depleted in turn. A tiresome, nonlinear parade of meaningless chance meetings and inexplicable sights. Your voice was the first thing you lost. There's something between the trees. Night has fallen.