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This isn’t just the story of a baby monkey. It’s the story of anyone who’s ever felt the cold weight of the world, and learned that hope sometimes comes in the smallest things. When shadows and fear close in, we run toward whatever warmth we can find however tiny it may be. Sometimes that warmth is a small light. Sometimes it’s a fleeting touch. Sometimes it’s something stitched together yet even the smallest spark can revive a heart. This animation is about that instinct: the ability to find love and hope, even when everything seems lost. A gentle story that reminds us we can create light, even in the darkest moments. THE MUSIC & POEM MADE BY ME He fell from a cold embrace, Alone in a silent place. His name blew off in winter’s flight, Tears filled his hands that night. They gave him a threadbare sun, Orange and small his only one. He held it close in deepest fear, His stitched-up light forever near. When teeth and shadows closed around, He ran to arms where warmth was found. The toy grew warm within his hold, No longer lifeless, stiff, and cold. What once was cloth and fragile thread Breathed like a mother above his head.

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Video

Chain

TEZOS

Network

Tezos

Contract

KT1BgAusCfUkPNSaTa92Z89sGTdvu9nTLwEt

Token ID

45