As I entered the shadowy, enchanted tangled world, the sound of cacophony enveloped me. The prickly skin of the bushes touched me every now and then.
The only water source I found was the dew drops on the leaves. The mangroves had dishevelled roots that curved around every nook and cranny. I heard a faint hiss as a long piece of black glass slithered by. The faint light was dancing around me.
By Selda S