A dry golden breeze combs through acacia woodland on the savanna's edge, carrying warm amber wind and the faint chime of distant village wind-bells. Rustling dried leaves skitter across red earth while a slow sweeping gust glides above tall grass, and somewhere beyond sight the grove echoes with the evening wind and birdsong. The scene unfolds with a hushed richness, layering the low breath of Tree Wind beneath the shimmering chime of temple tones, all bathed in the amber hush of a Nigerian even