Standing on two legs later in life, the fascinating Carab beetles bear an intimidating aura of grandeur. As they lumber through dense foliage, they leave behind a trail of shriveled decay in their wake, transforming healthy flora into skeletal reminders of their presence. The Carab embody the paradox of life itself, a life giving light that corrodes anything exposed to its ceaseless glare. For the Islanders, they are the guardians of time's ceaseless march towards oblivion.
