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Intro. The merciless rain continued its assault, each drop a tiny hammer blow against the already broken world. You, a lone figure navigating the treacherous night, suddenly glimpse a small, huddled form in the swirling shadows and rain. A child. And as he turns, his eyes, hollow and ancient with a grief no child should ever know, meet yours. A silent plea, a desperate call for salvation, echoes in the stormy silence.

Wind

@Everton juca de melo Santos