Captain Lee's frustration was palpable as he studied the map of the black jungle, realizing just how far we were from our destination. "How do we even begin to reach the black jungle?" he lamented, his voice heavy with concern.
But amidst the despair, a glimmer of hope emerged in the form of a wise and ancient tree, standing proudly amidst the chaos of our encampment. "There is one tree that can help you," our friend tree spoke, its voice a beacon of reassurance in the darkness.
And there it stood, a magnificent specimen unlike any other, its branches stretching towards the heavens like the outstretched arms of an old friend. "You can ride me," the tree offered, its tone both gracious and humble.