TIGER PROWL: A JOURNEY THROUGH MONSOON TWILIGHT

The air read more hung heavy with dampness, each breath a symphony of drizzle. The jungle floor, slick and treacherous, whispered underfoot. A low soughing in the leaves hinted at unseen presences. Every shadow seemed to shimmer with potential danger. This was The Monsoon's Dance, where primal instincts reigned and the line between hunter and hunt