Deep in the Amazon, I carved solitude beneath a colossal overhang—nature’s cathedral. With hand-felled timber and vine-lashed beams, I built my sanctuary where jaguars prowled and howler monkeys sang. Rain drummed the stone roof; fireflies lit my nights. I lived by river rhythms, ate what the jungle gave, and whispered thanks to the rock that shielded me. No Wi-Fi, no sirens—just earth, sweat, and stars. This cabin isn’t escape—it’s home. The jungle breathes with me now. I am no longer visitor. I am rooted. Wild. Free.
