"... and my senses were dulled from the heat of the jungle. The colors I knew would have at any other time jumped out at me -- fairly tantalizing me into touching them, had receded and dulled. But for the languid, hypnotic inward spiral, akin to a hypnotist's wheel, it almost seemed to slumber, as I knew I would soon. "From my research I knew the jungle always re-claims its own: it lulls its victims, who at first feel an indescribably blissful falling away of the burdens of their existence, into an opium-like daze. By then, any half-hearted attempts to break out of that blissful state to save themselves is for naught: they couldn't move if they wanted to. And they didn't. "The plants, once thought benign, have now proven to be sentient -- and calculating."