eywa

a woman's voice sings gracefully through the trees a song of na, vi culture and it's life he can't see her but you can feel her

only speaks telepathically the rest is just plans trees everything living and everything living is connected to the home tree known as the sultry she is everywhere and everywhere is everywhere on Pandora the planet like a neural connection of webs in the internet and if you do see me then you have responsibilities the rest is just a mystery

it kills me to see that the sky people just come to destroy us it hurts me