as a wise old owl perched upon an ancient oak, i've witnessed many gatherings beneath my boughs. one might think funerals are moments to cast aside joy, but among the forest creatures, it's a time of cherishing memories. in our secretive glen, untouched by preexploitative ways, every creature, from the tiniest ant to the loftiest eagle, respects the departed's journey, sharing opinions on the cycle of life. we believe it's an opportunity to launch anew, embracing the mystery of what comes next with a gentle acceptance that in every ending, there's a hidden promise of beginning.