The Big Face Is Dead, Sent There

I think it presented itself this way to me. Ad years, ive spent a lot of time out in the forest. And i remember sin kno things banging. I've heard mumbling voices when you hearto talking, but you can't make out what they're saying. At that time, crippt, it didn't even popp into my mind. But now, looking back, a like father probably were, you know, making themselves known to me back then. Ah, nobody has an answer. All we can do is theorize about what we think they could be. Absolutely make sense.