"Imagine a ruin so strange it must never have happened.
First picture the forest, I want you to be in its conscience, the eyes in the trees. The trees are columns of slick, brindled bark like muscular animals overgrown beyond all reason. Every space is filled with life: delicate, poisonous frogs war-painted like skeletons, clutched in copulation, secreting their precious eggs onto dripping leaves. Vines strangling their own kin in the everlasting wrestle for sunlight. The breathing of monkeys. A glide of snake belly on branch. A single-file army of ants biting a mammoth tree into uniform grains and hauling it back down to the dark for their ravenous queen. And, in reply, a chorus of seedlings arching their necks out of rotted tree stumps, sucking life out of death. The forest eats itself and lives forever."
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