Whispers Beyond the Rainforest: The Portal of Pulau Ular

 

"Whispers Beyond the Rainforest: The Portal of Pulau Ular"

By: The Curious Wanderer

Have you ever felt the jungle breathe?

Not in the poetic way—but truly breathe, as if the trees were alive, watching you, waiting for something… or someone.

Last summer, I set out on an unplanned solo adventure to a lesser-known island near Singapore: Pulau Ular—a name the locals dare not whisper after dusk. “Snake Island,” they call it. But what pulled me there wasn’t its name. It was the rumor.

“Somewhere in its thickest grove lies a gate—a living portal that awakens only once every decade. And when it does… people vanish.”

Crazy, right? But I had to know.

Armed with a backpack, a drone, and an old map scribbled with strange symbols (gifted by a retired sailor who claimed he “escaped” the island), I set sail. No tour guides. No tourists. Just me, the waves, and a growing sense of curiosity—or madness.

When I reached the island, it was silent. Too silent. No bird songs, no rustling leaves. Just the distant hum of something unnatural. I trekked through emerald vines, each step heavier than the last. The jungle canopy darkened the sky as if swallowing time.

And then I found it.

A circular stone formation buried under moss and roots, pulsing faintly with a blue glow. The air around it buzzed. My watch stopped ticking. My drone crashed. My compass spun wildly.

I was no longer just exploring…

I was being invited in.

As I placed my hand on the center stone, the entire ring trembled—and the jungle screamed. Trees bent backward, wind howled like a wolf mourning the moon, and the ground opened… revealing a spiral staircase made of glass, descending into a violet mist.

I took a deep breath.

And stepped in.

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To Be Continued...

🔍 What do you think lies beneath the portal? Have you ever explored a place that felt “too alive”? Share your thoughts in the comments!