The enchanted forest sings of myth and mystery. Where people still live like human beings and not some “civilized” obedient servants. The forest owns spirits, the forest owns tragedies. Souls interwoven in the leaves and spines like deep scars on a pirate’s face.
In this forest, many lives were lost at the hands of big falling rocks, slippery waterfalls and the latest monster- settlers and armed forces. Deep inside the southern part of Chittagong Hill Tracts, the forest lies to observe a circus played by some evolved hairless apes called humans.
Lost lives are nothing new to the forest. Not of animals nor trees. That’s why the forest reserves seeds. Once fallen, it can rise many more times. Only this cruel time needs to pass. And the forest awaits another rebirth…
