Bab 537: Hunting

She soon invited me to her humble abode, but first, there was the jungle. It was practically a  living, breathing entity. It was a place of untamed beauty and raw power, a testament to nature's resilience. As I was introduced deeper into its heart, I marveled at the lush, evergreen canopy that stretched high above, creating a mesmerizing mosaic of sunlight and shadows.

Massive, ancient trees, their trunks twisted with time, stood like sentinels, their roots forming natural bridges over babbling streams and small cascades. Vines and colorful flowers adorned every surface as if the jungle itself was an artist's painting with vibrant hues.

The air was thick with the scent of damp earth, blooming blossoms, and the fragrant herbs that the dark elves cultivated in their small, hidden clearings. Birds of every shade and size sang melodious songs from their lofty perches, and the chittering of unseen creatures provided a constant background symphony.