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As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm golden hue over the jungle, the air thickens with anticipation. The crackling fire flickers, illuminating the faces of Maica, Tica, and Lank as they huddle close to the warmth, their eyes wide with wonder. Old Maik, the keeper of ancient stories, sits before them, his…

As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm golden hue over the jungle, the air thickens with anticipation. The crackling fire flickers, illuminating the faces of Maica, Tica, and Lank as they huddle close to the warmth, their eyes wide with wonder. Old Maik, the keeper of ancient stories, sits before them, his…

As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm golden hue over the jungle, the air thickens with anticipation. The crackling fire flickers, illuminating the faces of Maica, Tica, and Lank as they huddle close to the warmth, their eyes wide with wonder. Old Maik, the keeper of ancient stories, sits before them, his…

As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm golden hue over the jungle, the air thickens with anticipation. The crackling fire flickers, illuminating the faces of Maica, Tica, and Lank as they huddle close to the warmth, their eyes wide with wonder. Old Maik, the keeper of ancient stories, sits before them, his…

As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm golden hue over the jungle, the air thickens with anticipation. The crackling fire flickers, illuminating the faces of Maica, Tica, and Lank as they huddle close to the warmth, their eyes wide with wonder. Old Maik, the keeper of ancient stories, sits before them, his…

As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm golden hue over the jungle, the air thickens with anticipation. The crackling fire flickers, illuminating the faces of Maica, Tica, and Lank as they huddle close to the warmth, their eyes wide with wonder. Old Maik, the keeper of ancient stories, sits before them, his…