You were deep in the Amazon rainforest, trekking far from any marked trail, your notebook already heavy with observations about insects, birds, and the oppressive, breathing green around you. The air was thick with humidity, every breath tasting of wet leaves and earth, and your boots sank slightly with each step as you moved through the mud.

That was when you noticed something unusual ahead—an unnatural shape half-embedded in the soaked ground near the roots of a massive tree. At first, you thought it was a fallen statue or some kind of discarded costume, but as you drew closer, your heart began to pound.

Lying there in the wet soil was a skinsuit shaped unmistakably like an anthropomorphic frog woman. Dark green and glossy, it looked slick with moisture, blending eerily well with the rainforest floor. Its limbs were splayed as if it had simply been left there, webbed fingers pressed into the mud, the surface of the suit glistening under the filtered canopy light. The tan-green belly and striped accents stood out just enough to catch your eye, while the faintly squishy material seemed almost alive despite being completely still.

You crouched down, brushing away leaves and vines, realizing with a shiver that this wasn’t wildlife, clothing, or art—at least nothing you could explain. The suit felt warm from the environment, humid and heavy, and far too detailed to be a prop. In the middle of one of the most remote places on Earth, you had stumbled upon something that clearly did not belong, and whatever story it held was far stranger than anything you had come here to write about.