STOPHERE📍

  www.artstation.com The heat was unbearable, the temperature hovering in the region of 44 degrees; there was no breeze, none at all. The heat shimmered in the air, hitting the hard-baked ground, only to rise again in a new heat wave, encircling the entire surroundings. The villagers of Azalea Village had gathered outside in the open field, as the heat in the open field was a bit bearable compared to inside their houses that had turned into furnaces, where one couldn't sit still unless one started to sweat like pigs, as their bodies turn hot and damp when the heat increased. The women were standing with their heads covered by their sari pallus, some of them carrying toddlers in their arms and small children standing closer to their mothers, looking bored, while men kept wiping their sweating faces constantly with the long scarves hanging around their necks. The field was bare, except for one lone forlorn tree, standing right in the centre of the field and on one of its h...