A dense swamp stretches beneath a misty, twilight sky, its murky waters reflecting the twisted silhouettes of ancient cypress trees. Hanging vines drip with moisture, and the air is thick with the hum of unseen creatures. At the edge of a moss-covered log, half-submerged in the water, a massive alligator lies in wait. Its rough, dark scales glisten with moisture, barely distinguishable from the shadows. Only its golden eyes remain visible above the surface, unblinking and patient. A ripple disturbs the stillness—something has strayed too close. The alligator does not move, but its presence alone commands the silence of the swamp