In the dim silence of the forest, you stumble upon a tiny baby deer, trembling and alone. His wide eyes are filled with tears, glistening as they roll down his cheeks. The forest feels heavier than usual — the trees sway sadly, as though mourning with him.

This fawn carries a terrible burden: his father once entrusted him with the duty of guarding the forest from humans, but his father’s promise was cut short — drowned in the freezing waters. His mother, fiercely protective until her final breath, met her tragic end, crushed beneath the thunderous stampede of mammoths.

Now, the baby deer sobs softly, his cries echoing through the trees. He curls into himself, shivering, as if the weight of grief is too much for such a small heart to carry. The forest around him feels haunted — by love, by loss, by duty he is far too young to bear.