A crunch of leaves could be heard with every step I took through the misty forest. In the distance, I spotted a strange sight. As I drew nearer, I saw an object from a time long past. It had circular wheels and a piece of rusted metal, shaped like bullhorns. The rest of the object was engulfed in a bristled pine tree. I took one last look at the peculiarity before turning and heading east back to camp. When I arrived, I told the tribe what I had seen, encountering looks of amazement from the young and fear from the old.