Long
before humans ruled the earth, the Lost Jungle pulsed with life unlike anything seen today. Towering trees cast shadows over a land claimed by monstrous mythical insects, guardians of an ancient, untamed world. The dragonfly soars high with glassy wings sharp as blades, watching from above like a sentinel of the skies. The mantis creeps among stone ruins, patient and relentless, a predator whose stillness was as dangerous as its strike. The beetle, armored and unyielding, carries the strength of mountains in its horns, etching its legacy into the stones it guarded. And the butterfly, radiant and hypnotic, spreads its wings like a living tapestry, both a symbol of beauty and a warning that even grace can be dangerous.