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Walk into the forest, through the tunnel of trees, there is a little black bird singing, what is he trying to say?

I can smell of the soil, there are characters that belong there and others that don't. Where do you belong in this hidden forest? They are dancing, the dance of desperation, they are wondering, screaming, sleeping. This is a forest where you can see your dreams and fears at the same time. You can enter or leave, but anything can happen in the forest.

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