An imaginary soundtrack to an imaginary movie.
The camera pans slowly across a decimated jungle populated by blackened boles as far as the eye can see. A lone inhabitant wanders aimlessly through this wasteland, searching for anything to break the monotony of this endless tract of moldering stumps.
The silence is broken as unseen creatures call to one another from the distance. He has been spotted. He does not know what these creatures are, but he recognizes the sound of a hungry predator, and he knows he will soon be devoured.
He sits upon the ground and awaits freedom from the pain of solitude, but the calls fade, and then they are gone. He is alone once again.
This is his soundtrack.