face. But we ran. We knew not where we
were going. We knew only that we must
run, run to the end of the world,
to the end of our days.

Then we knew suddenly that we were lying
on a soft earth and that we had stopped.
Trees taller than we had ever seen
before stood over us in great silence.
Then we knew. We were in the Uncharted Forest.
We had not thought of coming here,
but our legs had carried our wisdom, and
our legs had brought us to the Uncharted
Forest against our will.

Our glass box lay beside us. We crawled to it,
we fell upon it, our face in our arms, and we lay still.

We lay thus for a long time. Then we rose,
we took our box and walked on into the forest.

It mattered not where we went. We knew
that men would not follow us, for they
never enter the Uncharted Forest. We had
nothing to fear from them. The forest
disposes of its own victims. This gave us
no fear either. Only we wished to be away,
away from the City and from the air that
touches upon the air of the City. So we
walked on, our box in our arms, our heart empty.