Field note: Mist Crust

In the jungle the light hangs in streaks between the vines.

Today I come across a Mist Crust — large · plain · tail · sparks.

A crust believes itself invisible as long as it does not move. You find it anyway — by the crunch.

If you want to meet one yourself: Jungle, Marshland, Highlands. It cannot be caught — only won over.

— from the Wanderer’s notes

The next one appears tomorrow — a new species every day.

Earlier notes