Spirits of the Earth

The winds over Kalimantan whispered with ancient voices, unseen yet ever-present, weaving through the dense canopies and the rivers that flowed like veins through the land. Mayang had always felt a connection to the earth beneath her feet. Born into a family with deep roots in the traditions of her people, she understood the delicate balance between nature and humanity—something that had always guided her work.

As she stood at the edge of the factory, watching the horizon, she could feel the tension in the air. Shen Ai’s obsession with the Bajakah root was threatening to unravel that balance. The sacred plant held potential, yes, but also dangers. Not everything from the earth was meant to be commodified.