In the deep growth of a Bornean rainforest lives a family of orangutans, swooping from vine to vine through the thick fauna. A human-like hand of spindly, auburn-furred fingers wraps urgently around a branch and tugs to ensure its sturdiness before leaping skilfully into the neighbouring tree.
Off in the distance is the whirring of machines. The screech of the grinding metal echoes through the rainforest, ominous and mechanical. The daunting scent of burning timber lingers in the air, tickling its way into the orangutan’s nostrils. A giant bulldozer slices its way through the rainforest, chasing after the creatures like a python stalking its prey.