At dawn, the jungle grows still as a young mother monkey faces heartbreaking loss. Labor passes without cries of new life, leaving only quiet breaths and trembling hands. She searches the leaves, touching the earth, confused by the sudden emptiness. Other monkeys watch from branches, offering soft calls and patient distance. The forest seems to mourn with her, birds hushed, light dimmed beneath the canopy. Grief moves slowly in the wild, where survival allows little pause, yet compassion remains. In time, the mother gathers strength, guided by instinct and community, carrying sorrow forward as the jungle gently continues onward together.
