Twenty minutes into the arduous hike from where the gravel road ends and the cliff-edged footpath begins, the ground starts to flatten and the makings of a village come into focus.
Here, in this remote corner of northeastern El Salvador, a green carpet stretches across each home's threshold and out its back door. Tropical undergrowth twists through the foundations, the former hearths. Banana trees form a canopy overhead, a new sort of ceiling for these humble abodes, abandoned long ago.
Nearly 40 years after the day this remote hamlet ceased to exist, the jungle has seized it for its own.
"Mira," Raul Pereira called to me, tamping down the unruly vegetation that had overgrown the old trails of Toriles.
"Es una bota."
As he pulled the black boot from the earth's vine-laden grip, it dwarfed in his hands — a child's shoe. The shape was unmistakable, but many of the details were marred; much of the rubber had been melted by fire.
My small Salvadoran crew and I had journeyed to Toriles, the remains of a forgotten Salvadoran village, with Raul — a 14-year-old from nearby El Mozote — to film for an episode of my docuseries, "Watched Pot."
Raul was there because his father had been — 38 years ago last month, when a battalion of the Salvadoran army marched down that same steep footpath and savagely murdered everyone in these now-ruined houses before setting them aflame. Juan Antonio Pereira was the only one to survive, hiding behind an agave plant.