"I don't bring weapons. I bring presence and knowledge.
Wherever I step, I don't just leave traces — I leave history, culture, strength and truth."
— Kayrra
At a time when the forest can no longer provide sustenance without being harmed, the need arises for a new way of 'hunting'.
The ancient search for survival gave way to art — in colors, sounds and shared knowledge.
Weapons have become wheels, and feet no longer tread only on leaves of land, but also on the asphalt that cuts across Brazil.
Now, it is on wheels that a small group carries the strength and determination of a people, alive in the culture, in the beauty of art and in the experience that still pulses with the soul of the forest.
It's not just a spectacle—it's a visceral presentation of life.
It is the soul of a people who dance, sing and share their history.
Every gesture, every sound, every beat echoes the strength of a living culture — woven through time, resilience, struggles and resistance.
Here, we don't just watch: we feel. We welcome. We learn with our soul.