ORangutan takes place in the fictional village of Fufi, where people are silent, work hard, and want freedom but result to unethical means.
But when is the mind without fear? When is the head held high? Where is knowledge free? Where is a world with no lie?
A withering tree jostled against another; spring approaches for the mountains. Dried leaves say goodbye, losing their color, head held high, knowing there's no morning for another.
I've started to firmly believe in magic. It happens; it is true. The days of future and past are uncertain. This moment, the one before spring? It's the only one that's true.