In the heart of a vibrant green jungle, where parrots squawked and monkeys played tag among vines, lived a young tiger named Tara. She was brave, curious, and known for her golden-orange stripes that shimmered like sunlight.

But one evening, a strange stillness crept through the trees. Birds stopped singing. The wind held its breath.

Whispers traveled among the animals: “The Shadow Beast has returned.”

Legend told of a creature made of fog and fear, a great darkness with glowing red eyes that swallowed sound and scared even the bravest. And now, it was said to be near.

The Battle of Roars and Light

That night, Tara faced the Shadow Beast in a clearing under a silver moon.

The jungle watched in silence. The beast rose tall, swirling like smoke and fear.

But Tara’s heart was steady. She leapt through shadows, claws flashing, roaring louder than thunder. Where her paws struck, the shadows shattered. Where her eyes met its gaze, it dimmed.
Where her courage grew, the beast shrank.

With one final pounce and a mighty roar that echoed across the jungle, Tara leapt through the beast’s center, tearing it into swirling ribbons of night. And then... it vanished.