Jungle Mysteries

The jungle feels you before you enter it.

Nagarani — queen of the nagas. Those who live where water descends underground, where roots know more than branches. You do not encounter her in the jungle — you find yourself inside her. The green court around — her memory. Everyone has their own. You receive a quiet rustle in emerald silence.

A triptych — three views of one mystery. The right one — silent. In the shadow on the right, another one waits.

The brain finds silhouettes in the half-dark — this is the oldest instinct. Here it did not fail the observer.

The nagas remember water as it was before names. Beneath the earth — their network: root, mycelial, soundless. Messages are transmitted without words.

One can enter. Leaving — that is another question.