This luxuriant arboreal tableau turns the cassava grove into a living anatomy, where emerald crowns fan outward like protective hands while the exposed, flame-colored roots spill across the ground with visceral insistence. Beneath this canopy, the rats move as both inhabitants and omens—small, restless bodies animating the soil’s hidden economy and hinting at the fragile pact between cultivation and consumption. The tight patterning of leaves and trunks presses space into a rhythmic lattice, yet the luminous contrast between verdant greens and earthen oranges keeps the scene vibrating between abundance and unease, as if fertility itself carries a sharpened edge.