Lost in Lumeria

ering resolve to find their way back to civilization. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the jungle floor, the family knew they needed to find a suitable place to rest

symphony of the night. Suddenly, a low growl pierced the silence. Mark's heart quickened as he grasped the pistol tightly, his gaze darting toward the source of the sound. Emerging from the shadows, he saw a pair of glowing eyes, reflecting the faint moonlight. A jaguar prowled near the edge of the clearing, its sleek form radiating both grace and danger. Mark held his breath, his mind racing. He knew he had to protect his family, but he also understood the delicate balance of the jungle. With steady hands, he aimed the pistol towards the ground and fired a warning shot, startling the jaguar and causing it to retreat into the darkness. His heart pounding, Mark woke his family, informing them of the encounter. They remained on high alert, realizing that they were not alone in the jungle, even in the dead of night. Throughout the night, the Johnsons t