Chalk Dust Whispers
Mira Chen’s fingers were stained with charcoal as she hunched over her sketchbook, her dark hair falling in a curtain around her face. The art room was quiet except for the scratch of pencils and the occasional rustle of paper. Ms. Lowell’s soothing voice floated through the space as she made her rounds, offering gentle critiques and words of encouragement. “Remember to consider negative space,” Ms. Lowell said, pausing beside Mira’s desk. “Sometimes what you don’t draw is just as important as what you do.” ...