A lost entity makes its way through the endless jungle, intertwining streams of consciousness. Slowly contact with the soil is lost. The next moment, her body becomes driven and indifferent. It moves silently in the close embrace of faceless performers the will of the strongest. The fate of the essence is only the contemplation of its involuntary journey. A running glance greedily snatches scraps what's happening. They are gradually united into a single, all-encompassing canvas. The entity begins to gain consciousness. Soon it will will be able to break the shackles, because this one is burning inside wild fire. The new strength may not be enough for much. It just can turn the rivers back.