Stepping onto the seventh floor felt akin to crossing a threshold into another world. The atmosphere was dense, both with humidity and a certain ancient energy that seemed to vibrate through the air. Above, gargantuan ferns towered, their broad leaves blocking much of the sunlight. Johan paused, eyes widening as he took in the immense dragonflies that danced around them, their wings glistening. 'We're not just in another place,' he thought, 'We're in another time.'
Danny glanced upwards, the sunlight playing patterns on his face. "Feels like we've stepped into a prehistoric movie set," he murmured, sounding equally awed and uneasy.
Ken, ever observant, crouched to examine a massive footprint pressed into the soft mud. "And I think we're the uninvited guests," he noted dryly.
