As night falls over the African village, the ancient baobab tree stands tall under the moonlight, its carved symbols faintly glowing. The village is quiet, with only the flickering light of small fires illuminating the mud-brick houses. The elders have left the tree, but their whispers seem to linger in the air. In the distance, the silhouette of an old woman stands at the doorway of her home, her hands clasped in silent prayer. The sky is deep indigo, speckled with stars, and a gentle wind rustles the leaves of the sacred tree. The night is peaceful, but the presence of the baobab suggests that secrets remain hidden in its roots
当夜幕降临非洲村庄时,古老的猴面包树在月光下高高耸立,其雕刻的符号隐约发光。村庄很安静,只有闪烁的小火照亮了泥砖房。长老们已经离开了树,但他们的耳语似乎在空气中徘徊。远处,一位老妇人的身影站在她家的门口,双手紧握,默默祈祷。天空是深靛蓝