Many years passed since I buried my beloved dog, in an abandoned camping field. A place where we spent numerous hours together to play, to appreciate the vibes of the place, etc, etc.. Seasons have passed, roots of trees have made their ways between the bones, grasses and plants grown over the grave. The skeleton is haunted by bits of consciousness, something in it, that is actually an unknown sort of energy just come to wake up. Memories of places, persons, feelings, loved things, long-time wishes inhabit the remains. i want to come out from the soil, i want to be back, strong bonds from the past still exists, but those to whom they are tied are they still there? Before I die, I've seen these things that were there for me, without being remotely aware that these things like this pond were there to allow me to get back on this planet as a different critter, after my death.