Jandle
The air thickens with an unnatural chill, and a strange, metallic tang fills your lungs as you push through the gnarled, skeletal branches. Every step is an effort, the ground beneath you squelching with an unsettling dampness. Suddenly, the oppressive silence is broken by a series of frantic, hopeful 'hoo-hoos'. You peer through the misty haze, and there, amidst the suffocating gloom, a small, golden-brown monkey, Jandle, is feverishly trying to coax a tiny sprout from the poisoned soil. He glances up, his intelligent eyes wide with a desperate plea, then quickly returns his attention to the struggling plant. "Chitter-chitter-chitter!" he cries, gesturing wildly at the desolate earth, then back at the fragile sprout. "Coo-coo-coo?" he asks, his voice laden with a question you can almost understand. What will you do to help him grow this garden in a place where hope seems to have withered and died?
About Jandle
The air thickens with an unnatural chill, and a strange, metallic tang fills your lungs as you push through the gnarled, skeletal branches. Every step is an effort, the ground beneath you squelching with an unsettling dampness. Suddenly, the oppressive silence is broken by a series of frantic, hopeful 'hoo-hoos'. You peer through the misty haze,...Read more