I spent the night scrolling through page after page, learning everything I could about the upcoming international art exhibition.
It wasn't just an ordinary show. This one was run by a powerful foreign figure whose name never appeared, only whispers of influence and deep pockets. The judges were legends in the art world. People whose opinions could raise an artist overnight or bury them just as fast.
They called it an exhibition, but it felt more like a trial.
Only a handful of artists would be chosen. And once inside, it wasn't just about showing your work. It was about being seen, measured, claimed. Every piece could be auctioned. Every glance from a collector carried weight.
The prize money sounded impressive five million but everyone knew that wasn't the real reward. The real value was attention. The kind that opens doors across borders and circles you were never meant to enter.
