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A once-vibrant fig tree that has now been reduced to a dried, withered husk of its former self. The tree stands tall and proud, its branches reaching out in all directions like the veins of an aged hand. However, the leaves have all fallen off, revealing a network of twigs and bark that appears to have been baked by the sun. The fruit, once plump and ripe, now hang lifeless from the branches; they have shriveled into tiny, leathery spheres, their skin cracked and papery. The trunk of the tree, once a solid column of life, now appears hollow and fragile, with deep furrows etched into its bark from the passage of time. The earth beneath the tree is parched and cracked, offering little nourishment to the roots that once sustained the tree's abundant growth. In the distance, a hazy golden light filters through the air, casting a warm, melancholic glow over the entire scene, emphasizing the tree's desolate state.
A majestic fig tree, now a ghost of its former self, stands tall with dried branches resembling aged veins. Its once plump fruit now shriveled, leaves gone, and trunk hollow, under a melancholic golden light.