TIGER PROWL: A JOURNEY THROUGH MONSOON TWILIGHT

The air hung heavy with humidity, each breath a symphony of drizzle. The jungle floor, slick and challenging, whispered underfoot. A low murmuration in the leaves hinted at unseen presences. Every shadow seemed to throb with potential danger. This was The Monsoon's Dance, where primal instincts reigned and the line between hunter and hunted blurre