Tzakol

You move swiftly—your years of outdoor training spun into instinct. Twisting roots catch your ankles; you leap over fallen trees, hands find purchase where the earth dares to give way. Every step brings you closer to the ancient structure, faintly outlined through the riot of foliage. Your mind clings to the clues you decipher—layers of Maya glyphs, hidden alignments hinted at in sun and shadow—each fragment pushing you forward.