BENEATH A RAINFOREST LENS: A VISION QUEST

Deep through the emerald embrace of the rainforest, I embarked on a pilgrimage of self-discovery. A path woven with the whispers of ancient knowledge, guided by the pulse of the forest itself. Each rustling leaf, each vibrant insect, became a symbol echoing through my soul. Light filtered down the canopy, painting designs on the forest floor. The

The air hung heavy with moisture, each breath a symphony of rain. The jungle floor, slick and treacherous, whispered underfoot. A low murmuration in the leaves hinted at unseen presences. Every shadow seemed to pulsate with potential danger. This was Tiger Prowl, where primal instincts reigned and the line between hunter and hunted blurred instant