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The tiny light in the artist’s hands grows. It breathes. It spreads softly across the forgotten ground. Her body glows now too — faintly, tenderly — but the crowd still looks the other way.
The golden statues shine louder, but her glow reaches deeper.
Animals gather around her — a fox, a moth, a crow — drawn to what others ignore.
She no longer waits to be seen. She simply creates.