The lush green overtures of trees and the rough verdant foliage created a feast of visual delights. Beneath each frond and up high in the canopy above, came the cries and colourful laments of the bestial inhabitants. Woe is he who enters this place, for it shall collapse upon you. This place devours.
Holding the gleaming machete in the rich sunlight before strapping it firmly into a waist holster, he viewed the jungle exterior with trepidation. Great wealth – power even – lay beyond. Within.
He would succeed; enter and venture to the heart. Deep lay the bounty.
The jungle waited, anticipated.