Jungle

This building was familiar; he knew it
too well... But no wonder he couldn't
find it—it'd been buried under the sand.

After fighting through the humidity and
countless squalls, I finally found the
ruins. Now it's time to get to work.

There's a large square at the center
of the ruins. It's obviously man-made,
as it's surrounded by murals.

It's a miracle that these murals survived
this heat and humidity. I should observe
them carefully.

One of the murals depicts a large dragon,
soaring through the sky on steel-blue
wings.

Next to it is a picture of humans bowing
and kneeling before the mighty gales
its wings produce.

Perhaps this used to be a shrine where
they performed rituals to placate the
dragon.

The mural continues. There are people
grabbing spears as if to stand up
against this humongous monster.

The tribe that created this shrine must've
found a way to rebel against the creature,
rather than remain subservient to it.

As I take notes, it strikes me that
I may be witnessing the birth of
us hunters.