Tlhaloso
Two brothers are standing on a rocky, dry ground under a cloudy, heavy sky. The younger brother, Abel, is dressed in a simple white tunic. He's staring into the distance, his posture relaxed, but there's a slight worry in his eyes. His older brother, Cain, towers over him, partially hidden in the shadows. He is dressed in rough gray clothes. In his hand, half–hidden behind his back, there is a large, sharp stone covered with spots of dried, scarlet blood. Cain's face is illuminated by a creepy, unnatural light. He smiles at his younger brother, but there is a cold fury in his eyes, hidden under a mask of feigned kindness. The long, dark shadows of both brothers stretch across the ground, as if foreshadowing an imminent tragedy. There is a heavy, ominous silence in the air.
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Tlhaloso
Two brothers are standing on a rocky, dry ground under a cloudy, heavy sky. The younger brother, Abel, is dressed in a simple white tunic. He's staring into the distance, his posture relaxed, but there's a slight worry in his eyes. His older brother, Cain, towers over him, partially hidden in the shadows. He is dressed in rough gray clothes. In his hand, half–hidden behind his back, there is a large, sharp stone covered with spots of dried, scarlet blood. Cain's face is illuminated by a creepy, unnatural light. He smiles at his younger brother, but there is a cold fury in his eyes, hidden under a mask of feigned kindness. The long, dark shadows of both brothers stretch across the ground, as if foreshadowing an imminent tragedy. There is a heavy, ominous silence in the air.
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Etsa Setšoantšo Fetola Setšoantšo
Fumana liphetho tsa boleng bo holimo ka likarolo tse ngata
Eba PRO