As Adela ventured deeper into the west side of Sofia, the atmosphere around her transformed into a silent and mysterious world. The jungle enveloped her with its dense foliage, creating a sense of isolation and solitude. Sunlight struggled to penetrate through the thick canopy, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. The only sounds that broke the silence were the occasional rustling of leaves and the distant calls of unseen creatures.
Tall trees towered above, their branches interlocking to form a natural canopy that concealed the sky above. Vines and creepers clung to the tree trunks, weaving a tapestry of green that seemed to go on endlessly. The air was heavy with the scent of earth, dampness, and the faint aroma of flowers that bloomed unseen in the undergrowth.
