The jungle is where it all began—A world untamed, alive with beasts more untamed still.Here, amidst the chaos and shadows, negativity thrives,Yet from its fertile darkness, seeds of light begin to grow.

These fragile ideals of hope and strength rise,Striving to smother the gloom,Or risk being consumed, swallowed whole.By the very shadows they defy.

The jungle speaks in whispers only its children understand,Each territory singing its own strange and untamed tongue.

Yet, no matter which jungle you enter,Its language—raw, unspoken, undeniable—Is always understood.