The stage is quiet. The crowd is waiting. Judges sit tall, pens ready, unsure of what to expect.
A girl walks out — small, calm, with a sketchpad in her hands and a box of colored pencils.
She doesn’t speak. There’s no music. No dramatic entrance. Just her… and a blank sheet of paper.
She sits on the floor. Opens her pad. Picks up a pencil.
And begins to draw.
Slowly, lines come to life. Gentle strokes, flowing curves. What starts as a simple outline becomes something more. A head. A mane. Legs in motion.
It’s a horse.
Not just any horse — her horse. Strong, wild, free. There’s spirit in its eyes. Power in its form. The kind of image that makes you feel something before you even understand why.
The audience leans in. The judges stop writing.
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