The sun settled over a vast emerald forest, its golden light weaving through the canopy like threads of living fire. The air thrummed with life—birds called from the treetops, and the leaves whispered secrets beneath a passing breeze.
At the heart of it all sat a young boy, motionless, deep in meditation. His eyes were shut tight, his brow furrowed in solemn focus. Beside him lay a hand-carved bo staff and a strange, rune-etched artifact that pulsed faintly with hidden power.
Zack was so deeply immersed in his communion with the earth that neither the grinding of grasses beneath herds of audacious antelopes nor the unscripted songs of birds stirred him from his trance. No sound, no motion—not even the subtle warnings of predatory life could be able to pierce the veil of his focus.
The forest, ancient and wild, seemed to embrace him—as though it had long awaited his arrival.
Then, without warning, a pulse of energy tore through the clearing. The wind stilled. The ground shimmered. The forest held its breath.
Disturbed by the sudden, unnatural quiet, Zack opened his eyes—rich and dark as fertile earth, glinting in the amber light.
What was that? he wondered, rising slowly from his seated pose.
The glade, once cheerful and vibrant, had fallen silent. It looked unchanged, yet everything felt... heightened. As if reality had been subtly elevated, as though some unseen veil had been lifted, revealing a realm estranged from his own.
Zack's goal had been simple: to understand the earth. He had heard tales of the seismic sense—how elephants and other creatures could detect the world's vibrations, becoming one with the soil beneath them. That was his aim.
But he had not reached that destination.
Instead, he had crossed into something else.
As he stepped cautiously along a path both familiar and foreign, he noticed two figures—children around his age—kneeling amidst a patch of low-growing herbs. They moved with care and precision, placing each gathered leaf into an embroidered pouch. Their presence was unfamiliar. Zack had never seen them in this region before.
Naturally reserved, he remained still, watching from afar. Yet curiosity stirred within him.
Quietly, cautiously, he began to approach.
Then he froze.
Motionless.
Eyes fixed on something just beyond the clearing.
There—partially concealed in the foliage—crouched a creature.
It had the sleek shape of a leopard, yet it was huskier, larger. Most unnerving of all, its entire body was wrapped in what appeared to be translucent, plastic-like skin—its surface refracted light in strange, unnatural ways, rendering it almost invisible unless viewed from the right angle. Its eyes—dark red and unblinking—were locked onto the two children.
Zack narrowed his gaze, trying to understand what he was seeing. The creature's form was bizarre, its presence utterly alien to anything he had known. Was it covered in plastic? Or was it made of it?
He had never seen anything like it.
For a moment, he was captivated—drawn in by its alien grace.
Then he snapped out of it.
The way it moved… the intensity of its gaze...
There was no doubt.
It was on the Hunt , it's movements conveyed it.
And its murderous gaze was set on the two unsuspecting children, still gathering herbs—blissfully unaware of the predator looming in silence in the distance.
Suddenly he ran towards the two kids
Get out of there
Zach shouted.
startling the two kids as they turned to the direction of the voice to see Zach running towards them. The kids then saw the creature .
Discovered.
the beast suddenly lunged forward towards the kids .