this spacey and atmospherical shorty composed by substance of saints [i feel me sitting in the middle of dark and deep forest, i feel me sitting in eternity. there is trees all over me, rounding me with them horrible, dark "hands". how i've got here? i find me asking myself. it's cold and dark. trees are growing so high that is impossible to reach the top even with eyes. only light what is with us, is the light of strange kind of moon, and i can see shades all over me... shadows reach my afraiding mind and eats my sense. substance on 14-12-94