Observer Journal Entry Number 54: Earth-87

After taking a breather on Earth-26 I resumed my journey through the multiverse, as my thirst for exploring the vast amount of worlds in it was nowhere near satisfied. I tried to not be selective when I searched, as I wanted to avoid certain worlds just at a glance. There was one however that caught my eye as soon as I laid eyes on it. This Earth was unique. Covered in vast jungles and flora. Wild animals roamed unimpeded through the world. To my shock this Earth was lacking something: humans. I saw no evidence of civilizations, society, or any sign that humans lived on this planet. That was what I liked about this Earth; it evolved without human interference and thus the world thrived without the domination of the species that would normally call this their home.

For hours I explored with fervor to see what the world was like without mankind. Eventually I discovered that this earth was also millions of years more evolved than my own. Animals evolved into more unique and terrifying forms to adapt to the more primal environment. Yet the most impressive I had seen in my travel was in what would normally be called the Amazon Rainforest. That forest extended well beyond its normal boundaries. Going far enough south before the cold of the Antarctic stopped it and going as far north as the southern border of Mexico. This forest is where the activity attracted my attention. It was huge. Trees many meters in circumference. Vegetation in the canopy often blocked the sun in most places. The humidity was unbearable and a thin layer of fog was always constant in the mornings at ground level. Yet even as this place seemed at peace, I nonetheless felt a menacing presence just under the bark, so to speak. Like this place had more to offer than what I was seeing. I eventually found out that my hypothesis was correct, though not in a way I thought possible. However, it is a terror I could never hope to speak about to anyone; more so even write about. It is a terror one must see with their own eyes.

I spent three weeks in this jungle Earth before activity reached a new climax. A flotilla of high tech space ships arrived at the shores near the Atlantic, and they dropped off small boats and a larger ship that floated off the shore before leaving. Hundreds of people eventually came to land, at first unarmed scientists and what could only be authorities personnel before finally hundreds of military men and women all armed to the teeth with futuristic weaponry. I got close enough to know that these people had only just discovered this planet and were now going to try and exploit it. The armed force were poachers and representatives of countries trying to stake a claim on the land but had no real legal right to it. At least not yet. The poachers are part of a group called the Hunters (not original but it fits them as a rag tag group who don't hide their intentions) and they see only profits where the scientists see a treasure trove of animals and flora to archive. They are always at odds on a philosophical level and more so despise or distrust each other, even if the poachers were partially paid to be protecting them.

Yet, their greatest concern should not be each other, but the jungle that awaited them. For it was there that a presence that had been there long before they had arrived watched them, waiting to make his move. I had seen him a couple times before, out of the corner of my eye. He had been watching me as well, but he had done nothing. He must have not seen me as a threat, otherwise I would have been attacked. At least that was what I believed. This was his jungle, and anyone who dared mistreat it would be met with extreme retaliation.