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- Sep 25, 2019
Intense temperatures baked the vivid land.
Like a casual fire, humidity from the weather slithered through the world of the Amazon rainforest. Its heat touched every inch of the amazing forest and left no crevice undiscovered in its relentless battle to claim everything. The temperature soared for the jungle, reaching a staggering high of 118° Fahrenheit as the day progressed and the sun flew higher into the clear blue sky. Rays from the mammoth ball of yellow cooked and baked the earth, not dissimilar from the effects of a mud ball in a tanning salon. Dry earth certainly marked some area of the magnificent land, but it was not called a rainforest for its lack of water.
While no clouds would come until night to quench the thirst of the land, steam clouds made up the rebellion against the repressive forces of heat. They lubricated the parched trees and moistened the coarse shrubs. Not a leaf was left unkissed by the kind lips of the steam, and the plants of the jungle were thankful to be given a chance for existence. Their plants flowed freely even when not under the assault of the sun, and vividly colored fruit grew in unimaginable sizes.
The sun soon set over the jungle terrain of this truly awe inspiring forest. It was a sight seen everyday by those who lived in or near the area, but it never lost it's natural beauty at all. The short lived spectacle would signal the end of another day for the creatures and plants within the giant land.
As far as the eye could see in several dirctions,even in the encroaching dark of night, there was only green with rings of brown. Vast legions of towering dipterocarps and zangrove trees stood closely packed with each in their furious, never ending battle for the sweet touch of sunlight. Their leaves were regular sized near the top of the trees, but a lower height called for a greater span to catch light that existed not at night; lower leaves could grow to the size of dinner plates and fan out on the ends of wickedly shaped branches. When parts of the land were blocked by one group of trees, another one or two would lean at odd angles to get their time in the sunlight. The bark of the trees were thicker than average tree and unless you had a group of elephants at your command then knocking one down was an impossibility.
The animals of the jungle were just as fortunate as the plants, overheated as they were this day. Sloths needed have moisture in the air--sleeping just wasn't the same when your tree caught on fire. Blue Macaws were pleased with the constant supply of steam in the air, keeping their nests from becoming ovens for their eggs. They ignored the neverending calls of their neighbors, the tree faring howler monkeys who seated themselves at the highest parts of their trees to feel a sense of superiority. They hooted and barked down at the glowing, shine-obsessed coconut crabs that passed quietly underneath but kept silent when a sleek, hungry tiger prowled after the scent of the blue shelled crustaceans--eara crowned high on their feline heads. On occasions, a fewpeacocks, and peahens squawked their way across the jungle floor. Their fairly slow gait made them easy chicken dinner for the likes of jaguar, but they weren't the only predators that favored their poultry meat. If some got close enough then a big cat was a likely outcome, but straying near an occupied water source could lead to a spot backed Caiman’s lunch. Ground dwellings often resulted in large lizards snacking upon startled peacocks, so a few of their genus would rightly assume that high places were safe places. Or, any creature for that matter.
So it was a surprise to Darren that the temple was very much abandoned--devoid of life, sentient or otherwise. The man had seen he fair share of ancient ruins in his time and at least spiders had sense to make use of the bits of brick and stone. But as he stood at the lower crest of this particular temple--90% of it still underground --he found that weren't any cobwebs at all. Just a thick layer of dust and that was it. Still, the lack of life didn't worry him, not did it distract him from his companion on this particular trip. Darren lightly patted dust out of his moustache as he leaned out past the large opening of his low crest and gazed up to the higher crest.
"Anything you see up there?" He called, his eyes secretly awaiting another view of his gorgeous partner.
Like a casual fire, humidity from the weather slithered through the world of the Amazon rainforest. Its heat touched every inch of the amazing forest and left no crevice undiscovered in its relentless battle to claim everything. The temperature soared for the jungle, reaching a staggering high of 118° Fahrenheit as the day progressed and the sun flew higher into the clear blue sky. Rays from the mammoth ball of yellow cooked and baked the earth, not dissimilar from the effects of a mud ball in a tanning salon. Dry earth certainly marked some area of the magnificent land, but it was not called a rainforest for its lack of water.
While no clouds would come until night to quench the thirst of the land, steam clouds made up the rebellion against the repressive forces of heat. They lubricated the parched trees and moistened the coarse shrubs. Not a leaf was left unkissed by the kind lips of the steam, and the plants of the jungle were thankful to be given a chance for existence. Their plants flowed freely even when not under the assault of the sun, and vividly colored fruit grew in unimaginable sizes.
The sun soon set over the jungle terrain of this truly awe inspiring forest. It was a sight seen everyday by those who lived in or near the area, but it never lost it's natural beauty at all. The short lived spectacle would signal the end of another day for the creatures and plants within the giant land.
As far as the eye could see in several dirctions,even in the encroaching dark of night, there was only green with rings of brown. Vast legions of towering dipterocarps and zangrove trees stood closely packed with each in their furious, never ending battle for the sweet touch of sunlight. Their leaves were regular sized near the top of the trees, but a lower height called for a greater span to catch light that existed not at night; lower leaves could grow to the size of dinner plates and fan out on the ends of wickedly shaped branches. When parts of the land were blocked by one group of trees, another one or two would lean at odd angles to get their time in the sunlight. The bark of the trees were thicker than average tree and unless you had a group of elephants at your command then knocking one down was an impossibility.
The animals of the jungle were just as fortunate as the plants, overheated as they were this day. Sloths needed have moisture in the air--sleeping just wasn't the same when your tree caught on fire. Blue Macaws were pleased with the constant supply of steam in the air, keeping their nests from becoming ovens for their eggs. They ignored the neverending calls of their neighbors, the tree faring howler monkeys who seated themselves at the highest parts of their trees to feel a sense of superiority. They hooted and barked down at the glowing, shine-obsessed coconut crabs that passed quietly underneath but kept silent when a sleek, hungry tiger prowled after the scent of the blue shelled crustaceans--eara crowned high on their feline heads. On occasions, a fewpeacocks, and peahens squawked their way across the jungle floor. Their fairly slow gait made them easy chicken dinner for the likes of jaguar, but they weren't the only predators that favored their poultry meat. If some got close enough then a big cat was a likely outcome, but straying near an occupied water source could lead to a spot backed Caiman’s lunch. Ground dwellings often resulted in large lizards snacking upon startled peacocks, so a few of their genus would rightly assume that high places were safe places. Or, any creature for that matter.
So it was a surprise to Darren that the temple was very much abandoned--devoid of life, sentient or otherwise. The man had seen he fair share of ancient ruins in his time and at least spiders had sense to make use of the bits of brick and stone. But as he stood at the lower crest of this particular temple--90% of it still underground --he found that weren't any cobwebs at all. Just a thick layer of dust and that was it. Still, the lack of life didn't worry him, not did it distract him from his companion on this particular trip. Darren lightly patted dust out of his moustache as he leaned out past the large opening of his low crest and gazed up to the higher crest.
"Anything you see up there?" He called, his eyes secretly awaiting another view of his gorgeous partner.