The Heart of the Rainforest

Malaysia’s Ancient Rainforest, Sacred Ground. The rainforest stood as it had for centuries—unbroken, timeless, and full of life. The towering trees stretched high above, their trunks thick with age, and the air was thick with the scent of moss, damp earth, and the hum of life. The canopy, a tangled maze of leaves and branches, formed a green quilt woven by nature’s hand. Birds sang in the distance, and the steady rhythm of life pulsed beneath the forest floor. The air itself seemed to vibrate with energy, ancient and powerful.

In the heart of this sacred land, Siti knelt, her knees pressed gently against the soft earth. Her palms were open, resting on the soil, feeling the subtle vibration of the world beneath her. The pulse of her ancestors, those who had lived and died protecting this land, flowed through her. Their spirits whispered in the wind, their energy like a current that ran through her veins.