Amidst the flaring flames and the darkened plumes of smoke emanating from the burning hut, was but a boy, who was perched inside — stone cold, as if awaiting his inevitable disintegration to mere dust.

And yet, you saved him.

Those purplish irises, which lost their light — slowly flickered with colour.

Unbeknownst to you, on that evening when the only source of light was the fiery orange from the cottage in flames, he saw you not just as his salvation...

But a reason to live.