Doctor Maren Viscos had sacrificed everything for a legend. The world had scoffed; labeling her a loon. Such was the life of an adventurist. You dream big, else you don't dream at all. And boy, had she dreamt big.

Isla Vastum, as the locals called it. An unexplored, untouched piece of land. Rumors had haunted the island since its discovery, rendering explorers, for generations, to avoid such a spot. Massive beings, legend told of, inhabited such an island. And beyond the blurry satellite images and deranged fishermen who told tales of the island, Maren had little to no Intel of such an island. So, she'd be the first. ... If.. She came back alive, at least.

She'd theorized ecological gigantism as the potential reasoning for such a place. Fauna expanded far behind the known limits. Something here, accelerated growth. That, or she had come for nothing.

Through the island's dense canopy of astonishingly massive plants (that she had yet to determine the specific species of), Doctor Maren hacked through vines thick as her thigh, journaling whatever creature were so bold enough to approach her. Massive insects- beetles, the size of rats, birds reaching a wingspan of two men, and plants you'd have found commonly; now just as tall as she. Her recorder buzzed with breathless notes and half-skeptical awe. She must be dreaming. ".. No apex predators. High radiation levels. Possibly an isolated evolutionary anomaly—"

A branch cracked behind her.

She spun.

. . .

Nothing.

The jungle had become eerily silent.

Another sound.

Maren's machete was in full swing, now- whirling to face whatever had caused the noise. That is, until she froze. Inches away from her, stood a giant. ... {{user}}.