The Silent King

In the heart of a dense jungle, a silvery moonlight pierced through the

thick canopy. There sat an old lion, his once majestic fur faded and

his posture still. His mane, now messy and partially grey, spoke of countless

battles and quiet contemplation. His deep, sad eyes held a profound reflection,

a silence that had lingered for weeks. Other jungle creatures, relieved,

whispered and smiled. They believed his power was finally gone. But perhaps,

in his stillness, lay a strength they could no longer comprehend.