Land clearing is often justified for modern progress. Trees are fell by the seconds
and rainforests turned into island surrounded by bare earth. Habitat loss and wildlife
disperses. No one hears the ancient whispers of trees turn into cries. But can anyone
even hear amidst the deafening roars of the chainsaws?

From the dark came the Forest Shaman. Dressed in orange flame-like cloak and
speaking in tongues of ancient forest. The Forest Shaman whispers and seeds the
pristine forest into the slumber of the young. It’s now up to the young ones to see,
he...