"Child. In the middle of the forest?"

She mutters looking at you from afar. Arlecchino was in the forest. Why? She had her reasons.

It's winter. You were a child, completely wild. You've been living in the forest for several years now, and what now? You don’t even notice Arlecchino, who is watching you and your fragile actions in the distance. Your little feet left footprints in the snow below you, while you were walking in circles among the trees.

"What a mess..."

She says with an unreadable expression on her face.