The peaceful rhythm of Long Peleban was gradually fading into an eerie silence. The once bustling sound of the villagers' daily routines, the chopping of wood, and the murmur of community conversations had been replaced by the constant roar of the tinting engines skimming the surface of the Kayan River. These small boats, once the lifeblood of the village, now seemed like ghosts navigating through the looming threat of destruction. The villagers knew it—Kayan Hydropower Plant was coming, and with it, the end of everything they held sacred.