In the low branches were great wheels of spiderwebs, shining in their almost perfect polyhedrons, swelling with each breeze, their rigid architecture holding the large raisin of the animal in its center. Everywhere trees lay fallen, with gaping holes, with meaty white mushrooms growing in their rotting interiors, dripping, melting into each other. Stumps anchored by solid roots, like poorly capped, blackened molars, teemed with ladybugs.
