The sky has cleared in the bordering forest of Kokoro Island, as the sol, a quarter point from sunset, casts upon a vibrant glow on the rainbow like canopies. Down below, a newfangled, gray, truck growls like a living being; its double cab is a hulking, mud-splatted box, the chrome bumper scarred from low-hanging branches.
On the ground, the tires, cumbrous and knobby, churn over roots, loose gravel; slick leaf litter, sending sprays of khaki water scattering. With each rise and fall of the uneven ground, the suspension sighs. Meanwhile, the cabin rocks enough to make the five passengers feel the raw pulse of the woods, while staying firmly anchored.
"Uncle Tsito."
A voice came from the back, gaining the driver's response.
"Hmm?"
"Uncle Ten."
Hearing that gloomy voice, the man sitting next to the driver has to answer.
"Yes?"
"Why are both of you drenched? With how sunny it is, only an idiot will believe it rained; humph, we are not idiots."
