Evelyn

“The ground became soft and damp, like volcanic ash, and the vegetational thicker and thicker, and the cries of the birds and the uproar of the monkeys became more and more remote, and the world became eternally sad. The men on the expedition felt overwhelmed by their most ancient memories in that paradise of dampness and silence, going back to before original sin, as their boots sank into pools of steaming oil.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude