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Her art has bloomed into a garden of light. The glow touches walls, spills into cracks, reaches the edges of the crowd.
A few turn.
A child. A dreamer. A quiet one.
The statues still stand, but the shadows they cast are longer now — because her light is rising.
She’s not asking for attention.
Her work simply can’t be hidden anymore.