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It was a dark and stormy night. Demons of yore comes out and feast. Creatures of the dark creep on the silent streets, terrifiying motorist who don't switch on their headlights. Mothers wear crosses over their mouth and nose, covering the white devil from approaching, from entering, and devour them from within. Streaks of light cast shadows as people, a former shadow of themselves, walked in the fog of uncertainty. Men of power are powerless to control this vast inately superior force of nature. All they can do is wait, and wag their fingers.....at Indonesia's FOREST FIRE!!!

The haze is back, with a vengence. In one day, city coast to coast are smothered by it, clamouring for attention from its inddiferent natives. But all too soon to, it will change when the natives found their courage and voice to speak as one and condemn Indonesia for its inability to control its own people. Some brave and uttely inconsiderate souls might even call this act...deliberate, although what manner of benefits that can be gained from such inhuman ochestra of misfortunes, is beyond even my wildest imaginations, but there is one this that many people do know; when the haze is back, put on your mask!