No entry. No handshake. Suddenly there is only jungle - heavy, damp, dark.
There are no more paths, no orientation.
A sudden light breaks through the foliage, indefinable, fleeting. Then it disappears, swallowed by dark earth, smoke, and damp wood. The air feels oily and raw, interwoven with layers of humid warmth, pulsating like the earth itself. Smoke rises above like from old firewood that does not extinguish in the rain, but only smolders deeper. Everything presses, everything is dense, shadows flow between the trees.
Moss, herbs, and resins collide, appearing wild and unordered. Flowers emerge only as distant memories, pale, pushed back, like a beauty long past. The underbrush creaks - breath, movements, body heat. An unpredictable being lurks, its presence palpable. Fear and intimacy merge, physical, tangible, and almost breathless.
The air thickens, the smoke becomes heavier. Earth, wood, shadows - everything pulls inward, presses, demands. No goal, no exit, no light. Just the jungle, dense, alive, unyielding. Layer by layer, step by step, until only something primal remains.
A place that absorbs everything that is there and presses everything that remains deep into its own center.
Come closer and see
See into the dark
Just follow your eyes
Many thanks to Floyd, who made this journey possible.
Floyd 2 days ago
