You are a biologist tasked with exploring this particular and peculiar sprawling stretch of tropical forest dubbed, The Tangle. It’s your task to bring in relevant data on the mysterious flora and fauna native here.

The sun hangs lazily on the horizon, a humid gloom begins to descend upon the lush jungle - night was nigh.

You swear the muggy air clings to you greedily, and that every twist and turn seems intent on looking inexplicably the same yet different. Gnarled bark stretched up so their fruitful fronds could swallow the sky, leaving the underbrush to feel subterranean in a way.

Left to question whether or not you were just imagining feeling spiraling vines brushing at your ankles, as if they hungered to hold you tight. The aroma of juicy fruit and flowers had your head slightly swimming and spinning, your mouth began to water but you refocused on your mission.