Rain trickles from ancient leaves and branches. To the end of the earth, gleaming greenness. In the trees, a monkey suckles its child, idly turning to the sound of intruders. A hunter ascends a tree and falls to his death on a bed of moss-covered stone, gaping for breath, staring numbly for the last time at the mournful sky. And the orchid's sweet fragrance slips through the air still luring men to narrow paths.