Meet the Hydra-Neck Weevil — the forest’s silent surveyor and eccentric architect.
With eyes like polished jet and a neck that splits into three spindly towers crowned with bristled orbs, it scans vibrations rolling through the air. Tiny droplets bead on its antennae, shimmering like jewels, masking a mind attuned to every flicker of threat or opportunity.
One twitch of those towering clubs and it vanishes into the canopy’s shadows, leaving nothing but the ripple of trembling leaves. For...
