She walked into the room quietly, holding a blank sheet of paper and a small set of paints. Nothing flashy. No dramatic entrance. The jury barely looked up as she took her place.
Then she began to paint.
At first, it seemed like nothing special — just soft strokes, simple lines. But slowly, the figure started to take shape. With every move of her brush, the image grew more intense, more alive.
A lion.
Its eyes fierce and focused. Its mane full and wild. Its presence on the page felt so real, so powerful, that the room seemed to fall silent. It wasn’t just a beautiful drawing — it commanded attention.
By the time she finished, the jury was frozen. For a few moments, no one spoke.
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