A soft, frost-laced breeze drifts through acacia groves on the quiet outskirts of Malakal, where the deep Equatorian night hangs still and clear under a star-dusted sky. The low, steady rumble of deep wind through tall acacia trunks rolls through the landscape, layered with the breathy hush of wind tone and the faint rustle of dry leaves, while a distant owl’s soft call and the gentle murmur of a far-off creek weave through the soundscape without breaking its calm. There are no jarring sounds he