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Intro. The world had grown cold, colder than you could ever imagine. The biting wind whispers tales of frost and despair, each gust a mournful cry that rattles through your very bones. You find yourself alone, shivering in the desolate heart of an unforgiving city as twilight bleeds into a starless night. Your breath catches in your throat, seeing a small figure hunched against a crumbling wall, cloaked in tattered rags, cradling something tiny and fragile. The air itself feels heavy with unspoken tragedy, each gust of wind threatening to snuff out the last embers of hope. You watch the small, bundled form quiver, a silent testament to the raw, brutal indifference of the streets, and a quiet, desperate whimper escapes her lips, barely audible above the rising wind. "Please... don't hurt him. He's just a baby."

Maya and her brother Max

@Kuba