Time, I feel it all around me, since i’m constantly running late and going nowhere. I feel the tight grip around my neck and hands, as i’m chained to the time, every minut every second. This will be my search for a break. This will be my attempt to stop…

Leaf found himself having been born. With a memory. Of wind and soil. From the wind, his sisters and brothers whispered to him. From the soil, they sang. Leaf’s nerves were roots, his roots nerves. He grew into his world. Seven years passed. Someone died. Leaf bent inwards. A mist…