Before time was counted… before silence had a name… the world belonged to monsters.

The air was thick, heavy with heat and decay. Endless jungles swallowed the light, and the ground itself seemed alive, trembling with every distant шаг of something vast… something hungry. Nothing grew in peace — everything fought, everything fed.

Shadows moved even when nothing should have been there. Eyes flickered in the dark, watching, waiting. The cries that tore through the air were not just calls of survival… they were warnings.

The strong did not live long. They simply died slower.

And when night fell, it wasn’t darkness that consumed the land… it was something deeper. Something older than bone and blood.

Something that never left.