The year is 2027.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long, dappled shadows across the redwood forest. The towering trees, ancient and silent, whispered with the faint breeze that drifted through their needles, carrying the earthy scent of damp wood and fresh moss. High above, the massive canopy filtered the golden light, creating a soft, greenish glow that bathed the forest floor in tranquility.

The river that fed the apes' hidden waterfall settlement flowed gently, its waters murmuring as they tumbled over stones, adding a calming rhythm to the stillness of the afternoon. A few birds chirped sporadically, their songs a rare sound in this serene haven, where peace had momentarily settled like a comforting blanket over the land.