I feel sometimes like a forest creature; attracted by huge trees which weave the pattern of branches over the sky. In love in places filled with overgrowth, where other people are more than unlikely.

And even if I never hunted on animals, I feel a hunter – of solitude among woods, of paths that only I tread.

I have chosen a Hunter as my name and wherever I go, I see how fitting it is. I hunt for myself in the mushroom circles and old ruins. Talons deep in my prey, not letting it go. Ever.