We briefed this as a Khovar forest-band of the sal harvest, the everyday gathering that feeds the plateau economy: sal leaves stitched into plates, fallen seed pressed for oil. A forest wants depth and Khovar refuses it, so we ran a single diagonal path up the picture and stacked the trunks along it, letting the combed bark-lines and leaf-clusters read as pattern instead of perspective. Three gatherers move up the slope with head-baskets while a fourth sweeps seed at the foot — work shown as rhythm, not toil. The deer in the lower trunks and the peacock up in the branches keep the forest alive around the family without crowding them.