The monkeys were making loud noises. Birds were chattering like they were talking to each other. Insects are present as always. It was unlike any other night in that forest. It was like the night itself was alive and screaming for something.
As the night deepened and the forest came alive with a cacophony of sounds, Jude couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. The monkeys' raucous calls reverberated through the trees, their cries echoing with a sense of urgency that seemed to permeate the very air. Above them, birds chattered incessantly, their voices carrying a sense of unease as they flitted from branch to branch, as if engaged in urgent conversation.
