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Southeast Asia’s forests face collapse from deforestation, palm oil, and climate change—urgent action could still save this biodiversity hotspot.

I am the whisper before the storm, the golden thread woven through acacia shadow, the living arrow that the savanna draws and releases in...

I do not remember a beginning, for my memory is not stored in the soft pulp of a single brain but is etched in the frost of the mountainside, in the marrow of my ancestors, and in the silver disc of the moon that calls me to wakefulness.

I am born dying, and this is not tragedy—it is scripture. In the cathedral of leaves where light spills through in honeyed pillars, I unfurl...