A quiet village morning, with the first rays of sunlight just beginning to peek

A quiet village morning, with the first rays of sunlight just beginning to peek over the horizon. In the center of the village, a single tree has begun to wither, its leaves turning black and curling at the edges. The ground around it is cracked and dry, as if the life has been drained from it. A group of villagers stands around the tree, their faces filled with fear and confusion, as they witness the first sign of the curse.