Imagine you’re a workman, building a tower in the jungle. You’re surrounded by thick, lush undergrowth. Swarms of purple army ants cover the floor. The opal shells of giant beetles glint in the sun as they pick their way down branches that erupt in flowers of a thousand colours. The cries of birds and beasts fill your ears - the cackling laugh of something winged, the screech of monkeys fighting above. Bees, wasps and butterflies trace winding paths in the space between the leaves. You are startled as a deer walks by, antlers catching on branches that flick pearls of water into the thick, humid air.