Stepping into the treehouse mansion, elevated above the untamed wilderness of Jungoria, felt like crossing into another realm.
The transition from the wild, unpredictable jungle to the structured safety of our sanctuary was always a stark one, but today it felt even more pronounced.
In my arms, the panther cub, a silent testament to the extraordinary, added a weight of responsibility that I hadn't felt in a long time.
Determined to find a way to nurse the cub back to health, I made my way to the library.
Our collection of texts, gathered from the remnants of a world before chaos, was extensive.
If there was any information on how to care for such a rare creature, it would be there.
As I pushed open the massive oak doors of the library, the familiar scent of old paper and ink enveloped me, a comforting reminder of the world that once was.
