The gorilla paused, his powerful hand hovering in the air. It was as if he sensed the collective tension, the fear radiating from above, and the delicate life trembling below him. His eyes, deep and mysterious, softened in a way that defied understanding.
The child, still shaking with fear, looked up at him. Her eyes met his, and for a moment, everything seemed to freeze—time itself suspended in the delicate web of their gaze.
Then, with remarkable gentleness, the gorilla lowered his hand, not to strike, but to offer. He placed it on the ground palm-up, next to the little girl, a gesture that spoke of kindness and protection rather than threat.
