It tells of the motionless horizon faced by those who were born along a trail, at the remotest corners of an endless, old-growth forest. The forest is life, it has become the atmosphere of those living within it. It is also the sole reality they will ever experience. Whatever the direction, the eye can only get the sight of the forest. The sky is far above the top of majestic trees. Time does not pass. Time does not work as usual.