Video - Jungle's Last Whisper: Marla's Vanishing

Branches snapped underfoot as Marla trudged deeper into the jungle, the air thick with humidity and the scent of decay. Nightfall cloaked the trees in shadow, and the chorus of insects fell eerily silent. She heard a rustling ahead and froze, heart pounding. Eyes glinted in the moonlight—too many eyes. A low growl rumbled, vibrating through the ground. She inched backward, but roots seemed to clutch at her ankles. The eyes advanced, revealing twisted, skeletal forms. Marla's scream echoed, then silence reigned once more, broken only by the whisper of leaves and the lingering scent of fear. She was never seen again.