I was walking on bloody colored rocks. It was due to the fallen leaves of the surrounding trees. The path was stable but the light was creating some underplay wich made it moove. The silence was engulfing me. Only crows was manifesting their existence, making a lot of noise, disturbed by my presence. Dead trees was surrounding the pathI was walking on. Between their roots was deadly colored bamboo. As alive as they were dead. Spirits was living inside them. Covering every tiny spot of mud except from the reddish path. As if itw as prohibited to them. All the deads mountain men was walking next to me on this road. I wasn’t suppose to be there as a living creature. As I kept walking, the crows protestations was increasing as the same rate the fear was taking my brain over. Where should I stop ? Should I just turn around ? The further I was getting inside the forest, the increase in crows protestations and the decrease of time betwen their croaking. The reapers wanted me to leave. The luminosity was decreasing and a thick fog was coming from the bushes the deadly looking bamboo was forming. The path was as red as possible when, under a dying tree was a tomb. A tomb I wasn’t sure, the branches was roaming around it. Surrounded by the white bamboo, covered in grass with scriptures that were no longer readable.

At that moment, I choose to turn back. I bowed three time to the grave. Said my farewell, thanks them for not cursing me and walk back to the living. As I was walking backward, the crows was getting silencer. Less protestations was formed. At that moment I knew I choose the right thing to do. After a while I could finally heard something else than  crow’s sounds, it was a road with cars and living people inside. I made a stop just before it. Light a cigarette, thanked the crows and the host again and took a deep breath before definitely leaving them.