Video script prompt

The Tower of Babel（巴别塔） In a wide plain under a bright sky, workers mix clay and straw into heavy bricks. A rising tower dominates the landscape, layer upon layer scraping the clouds. Foremen shout instructions, and hammers ring as scaffolds climb higher. People speak one language, moving like a single, well-organized machine. Pride flickers in their eyes as they look up at the unfinished top. “We will make a name for ourselves,” one builder says, pointing toward the sky. Suddenly, a strange confusion settles over the bustling site like a fog. A worker calls for more bricks, but his friend hears only unfamiliar sounds. Voices overlap in a chaotic mix of new words that no one understands. Arguments erupt as once-clear commands turn into meaningless noise. Tools drop to the ground as frustration and fear replace confidence. Groups drift apart, each cluster clinging to the people they still understand. The tower stands unfinished against the sky, a broken monument to a dream that shattered into many tongues.