He stood a lion. Proud, unyielding, amidst the savanna’s gold. Its grasses danced in the languid sunset; a lion’s playground. His eyes held a knowledge of time, piercing the encroaching dusk. The savanna, it whispered to him of unseen paths. Chance and ensnaring danger. He listened, a king heeding his dominion. His coat gleamed fiery gold, mirroring the sprawling realm beneath the setting sun. Wisely, boldly, he navigated fate’s game. He was the savanna. He was the sunset; a fierce blaze dwindling into the tranquil dark. He understood timing. The infinite dance of day and night. He stood. A lion. Unconquerable. Eternal. The lion stood alone.