TIGER PROWL: A JOURNEY THROUGH MONSOON TWILIGHT

The air hung heavy with humidity, each breath a symphony of showers. The jungle floor, slick and difficult, whispered underfoot. A low rustle in the leaves hinted at unseen eyes. Every shadow seemed to shimmer with potential danger. This was Land of Shadows, where primal instincts reigned and the line between hunter check here and hunted blurred q