The longer the night, the shorter my dreams became. Despite being safe and sound, the nightmares persisted, leaving me sleep-deprived. Moreover, I heard a mysterious sound during midnight, heightening my fear. If it were any other day, I would have mustered the courage to investigate, but yesterday, I felt a loss of courage to go anywhere. It seems I'm developing a phobia of this jungle, and the sooner I leave, the better I can breathe. I'll miss Masha, Bobo, Mark, and the other animals, but I still want to get out. Every time I close my eyes, I envision the scenario where I'm unconscious, unable to defend myself, with two hunters laughing and taking advantage of my vulnerability.
As the first hints of dawn delicately brushed away the remnants of the leathery, dark night, I summoned the c
