Jungle's Hidden Journal

Daybreak. The air thick with unspoken words.

Steps unheard, pathways unseen.

The ancient tree watches, a sentinel of secrets.

Listen to the rustling.

Mist drapes the ground, a veil of silence.

Inhale the obscured.

The map redraws itself, contours of memory.

Echo of the untraveled.

Sundown approaches, shadows elongate.

Touch the untold.

Footprints vanish, a dance of the invisible.

Embrace the unknown.