The late afternoon sun cast golden hues over the grand Azure Mansion as Aurora stepped inside.
A sense of tranquility filled the space, wrapping around her like a quiet whisper. Yet, her sharp gaze soon caught sight of a small figure seated on the marble floor, a tiny silhouette completely absorbed in her own world.
Jenny.
The little girl sat cross-legged, her frail hands moving with delicate precision over a large sheet of paper.
The air around her held an air of serenity, as though nothing could disturb her concentration.
Aurora moved closer, her gaze falling upon the painting Jenny was working on.
And for the first time in a long while, Aurora felt genuine surprise.
The strokes were fluid yet powerful, the colors merging seamlessly to create something beyond the capabilities of an ordinary five-year-old.
The depth of emotion captured within the painting was something even seasoned artists struggled to achieve.
This wasn't talent.
This was genius.
