The forest near Curt. Curt.
"How unfaithful and shady fate is in her plans. At first she shades things blur and when you think you've made a meaning of the shape, she paints it and lose the mark. How ranging things seem now and how strangely things are making meanings. I who had been insane to the youth is now sane before fate. Now who would be a witness of these shades of fate? Who would testify to these strokes of paints traced on the shades? Of course this cursed forest and its trees. The wild cats and the apes."
Hava stopped talking. It seemed like he had been noticed by some of the fellows. One of the men looked towards his direction and began to close in the pace. Hava had plastered himself to the bark of the tree in camouflage if that would help. That wouldn't be the first time he would be hiding.
He heard one of the men call at the tribesman coming closer to him. The man retreated and returned to the ocean of people plying the route.