UNDER AFRICAN SKIES: A NIGHT IN A WOVEN WORLD

The sun sinks below the horizon, painting the sky with golden hues. The air grows, carrying the scent of campfire smoke. Underneath the uncountable African sky, a world awakens. Ancient legends dance on the breeze, carried by the rustling leaves of acacia trees. The rhythms of drums pulsate, weaving a spellbinding tapestry of sound. Craftsmen|