Day 10, our spirits have dwindled to mere flickers in the dark. The jungle's grip on us is unrelenting, and I fear that it has taken its toll on my friend Sal.

The vibrant canopy above, the echoing calls of exotic birds, and the rhythmic chirping of insects were our constant companions. But now, the jungle's beauty is overshadowed by an inexplicable sense of dread.

Sal mutters to himself in hushed tones, his eyes filled with paranoia and fear. It's as if the jungle's mysterious aura has seeped into his very soul. I can't help but worry about his mental state, and the whispered tales of curses and malevolent spirits that the locals shared with us are starting to haunt my thoughts.

On this fateful day, we stumbled upon something that I hesitate to reveal. It's a secret I'm unsure I can bear to divulge, even in this journal. Something ancient and unnatural lurks within this jungle, hidden beneath the dense foliage and treacherous vines. It defies reason, challenges our sanity, and casts doubt on everything we thought we knew about the world.

I've never been one to believe in curses or supernatural phenomena, but the palpable sense of foreboding and the inexplicable occurrences we've witnessed have shaken my skepticism to its core. Shadows move where they shouldn't, whispers echo in the stillness of the night, and unsettling dreams haunt our sleep.

As I pen down this journal entry by the flickering light of our campfire, I can't escape the unsettling feeling that we've awakened something ancient and malevolent in this jungle. Our determination to uncover its mysteries has brought us to the brink of our sanity, and I fear that we may never find our way out of this cursed wilderness.

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