The dawn in Jungoria was as always, a spectacle of light and shadow, as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the dense canopy, casting a kaleidoscope of colours across the forest floor.
The air was filled with the fresh scent of dew and the lingering mist, a constant reminder of the mysterious force that permeated this land.
It was in this serene setting that we received an unexpected gesture of goodwill that would mark a pivotal moment in our journey.
The evolved humans, with whom we had shared a tense yet transformative encounter the previous day, approached us at the break of dawn.
Their arrival was silent, almost ghostly, as if they were borne on the mist itself.
We watched in awe and anticipation as they stepped into the clearing where we had made our temporary camp, their presence a silent testament to the unspoken bond that had begun to form between us.
