tree spirit 3d model

believed ancient spirits still wandered. In the heart of that village stood an enormous banyan tree — its roots like twisted snakes, its branches wide enough to shade ten men. The children of the village often played nearby during the day, but when the sun dipped behind the trees, the elders warned them to go home. Strange whispers, they said, rose from beneath that banyan after dark. One moonlit night, a group of curious children — Raju, Meena, and Hari — dared each other to visit the banyan tree after sunset. Carrying a small lantern, they tiptoed through the quiet fields. The crickets sang, the wind whispered through the grass, and the old banyan loomed like a giant shadow. As they neared it, the lantern flickered, and a faint humming sound filled the air. The children froze. In the soft glow of moonlight, they saw a figure seated under the banyan — a man dressed in saffron robes, his matted hair touching his shoulders, his eyes closed in deep meditation. The air around him shimmered faintly, like heat r