As Rex laid the final stroke on the canvas, a hush fell over the previously buzzing room. For a moment, the crowd seemed frozen, caught between disbelief and awe. Then, like a wave crashing down, gasps echoed through the room, followed by a roaring uproar. Eyes widened in disbelief as they gazed at the completed piece—an undeniable work of art.
A woman near the front clutched her chest, eyes wide, whispering, "Oh my God."
A man dropped his coffee, not even noticing the splash on his shoes.
"Is this really the painting he just created?" someone whispered, awestruck.
"It looks like something you'd see in a museum," another muttered.
"No way a kid painted that. It's like… it's alive."
A young street artist chuckled bitterly and said,
"Well, I guess I'll go burn my sketchbook now."
An elderly woman dabbed at her eyes, voice trembling.
"I've lived through eighty sunsets in this city… and I've never seen it look so honest."
