Deep within the emerald jungle where vines wrap ruins and birds sing in forgotten tongues, the ancient temple rises above the canopy. A lone tribal warrior watches from the stone stairs, guarding relics buried by time. She, the jungle huntress, strikes fear into trespassers who dare disturb the sacred groves. And in the shadows, hidden beneath the mossy trees, a plague doctor studies strange ailments haunting the wild, while a tennis player—stranded from time—trains daily in the temple court, mastering the bounce of coconuts for survival. All are watched by the towering robot of the ancients, covered in vines, worn by centuries, waiting to awaken.
