I'm on my hands and knees, looking at the strange accretion of living growths that have begun to sprout from the ground in the shade around the base of a strange black boulder the size of my pickup truck. The boulder is the largest of several in a small clearing in what I think of as the jungle. The growths, almost like ferns but somehow plump and wet like fungus, are pinky-orange and sit entirely within the drip-line surrounding the tiny overhang of the boulder just before it meets the ground.
It has been hours of walking through the jungle, but it has not been difficult going. The plants, or at least, what were analogous to plants, were rarely stiff or thorny. Plunging through dense thicket was like walking through a thousand stilled car wash brushes, the strange leaves and branches soft, rubbery. The larger trees, towering above to hold up the top layer of canopy, left ample gaps for sun to peek through.
Things a little bit like geckos, gigantic
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