Should darkness rise from the depths of the cavern, the boundary between and man and mushi will vanish. Life itself will become bereft of death, and the natural order will crumble. The world as we know it will be no more. Mishappen beings and taboos unique to man lie in wait along the path of thorns...
I couldn't help but think 
that he was a stranger.
لا يسعني التفكير سوى بأنّه كان شخصاً غريباً
kam er mir wie ein völlig Fremder vor.
mais on aurait dit 
quelqu’un d’autre.
Non potevo fare a meno 
di pensare che fosse un estraneo.
tinha horas que parecia um estranho.