The path wound through the trees like an angry snake, leading them along. There is very little left. A little more and I'll be in the shelter. For the end of the night is near. The full moon has already disappeared.

In such a short period of my new life, I managed to hate these bright nights, when it is impossible to hide in the shade.

The horizon has already begun to turn into a soft pink color. And if it were not dangerous for my body, I would sit and admire. But the sun is relentless. It can incinerate me in a matter of minutes. And no, it's not...