I am walking through an utterly destroyed landscape, a forest of trees and swords. The trees are dead, and branches and swords lie on the ground. Only an owl, a snake and a bat are alive. If I could see them I would be happy, but I can' see anything. Someone has blindfolded and bound me. My feet hurt because I'm walking on swords. I am aching all over, but I want to find my way out. The moon seems full of energy but I cannot see it either. I will have to listen to the snake, the bat and the owl, creatures of the night, to find my way out. I am determined that hurt, hurting, blind and bound, I will make my way out.
It could be that a hurricane has come through this place.