Outside a small town that you probably never heard of is a barren wasteland of dead wood. It’s said that if you walk through this seemingly lifeless land you can see it twitching, holding on to what life it has left, and who knows maybe it will return.
“Come on Johnny we’re going to be late!”

“I’m coming just let me grab my pack.” As he came dashed out of the forest he tripped over a vine & hurt his knee.
We were going to the protest at city hall to save the forest that took 100 years to return. The mayor was going to demolish it and fabricate its soil. With the mayor not even batting an eye at our efforts there was only one option left and that was a stake out.

Even then he ignored our efforts and a line of bulldozers lined up at its edge. As the mechanical beasts moved in the forest quivered at the sight and many of its leaves were shed leaving three shapes. The different colors moved as if they were organizing themselves, from the leaves formed a giant face and all the forest said was “Help me”.