It ain’t a deer, it ain’t a moose, and it sure as heck ain’t your imagination. It’s El Fantasma del Bosque—a shadow with antlers, slipping through the trees like a whisper on the wind.
El aguila ain't here to make friends—it’s here to rule the sky and steal your lunch. One minute, it's soaring like a symbol of freedom, the next, it's snatching your al pastor taco straight outta your hand and swooping back for the cerveza.