The early morning sun filtered through the dense canopy of Jungoria, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow across the clearing where the workshop was to be held.
The air was alive with the symphony of the rainforest, a backdrop that lent an almost mystical quality to the gathering. A
s Lily and I made our way to the designated area, I couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and nervousness at the prospect of what I was about to learn.
The workshop, I had been told, was an initiation of sorts for new residents like us, a crash course in the essentials of survival within and beyond the sanctuary's protective embrace.
The group that had assembled was a motley crew of individuals, each carrying their own stories of survival, their eyes reflecting a shared eagerness to learn.
The session was led by Mara, a veteran forager whose reputation preceded her.
