They climbed over fallen and moss-grown logs; they slushed through shallow water; they crawled on their hands and knees under embankments and rocks, and at last, at Handsome's order, they stepped into a boat of some kind which the latter pushed away from the bank with a pole.

This tree is dying back.

Their workday of love was one of ferryings and crossings from shore to shore, island to island, of perceptions into death […]

'I made a huge list of Italian directors and all the pseudonyms they hide behind,' says 'Eric' – who now seems to be undermining his own dismissal of Eurohorror fans by revealing his own cultural currency of detailed and intimate knowledge of the filmmakers.