The lights dim. A single white spotlight descends like a silent mist onto the stage.
At the center stands a white bull—massive, still, majestic. Its muscles ripple beneath its glowing hide, marble-like and almost unreal. Its eyes hold an ancient calm, yet something restless flickers beneath.
The audience holds its breath.
From the shadows, a human figure emerges. Bare, vulnerable, simple. Every step toward the beast is measured, uncertain. A soft drumbeat echoes with each movement, like a heartbeat growing louder.
They meet in the center.
The human raises a hand, slowly, deliberately—then touches the bull’s forehead.
In that moment, everything changes.
Lights flicker. A wind sweeps across the stage. The bull shudders. Its form begins to shift. Legs straighten. Arms emerge. The chest expands. The white hide tightens over a powerful, human-like frame.
But the head… remains.
A muscular man now stands, crowned with the bull’s head. Massive. Ancient. Otherworldly.
The human falls to their knees, as if in awe or surrender.
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